I earned serious street cred at work today for busting out my childhood eraser collection* and putting it on display. Although I’m not sure what kind of packrat mentality my mother was trying to instill in me, it’s pretty amazing that I still have all of these. They were given back to me by my parents (who were trying to clean out their garage) and when I realized that this bit o’ awesomeness was withering away inside a plastic bag in a drawer, the twenty year old erasers** made a triumphant return to the light of day.
Doogie Howser lesson: Never forget where you came from.
(Check out the close-ups to see some serious detail and funny shit.)
*For the record, the above picture only represents about two-thirds of my collection.
**In England, children call their erasers “rubbers”…because you use them to rub things out. True story as told to me by my co-worker Pip, who should know. Because he’s British. Not because he likes to rub things out.
