Just reading this took me back to the otherworldly childhood joy of opening a brand new 120 box. The smell, the marveling at all the unchipped points, I knew the sharpener was junk but loved that the box had one anyway, oh the riches. Then about halfway through the school year our art teacher would collect the bits, melt them down and distribute those multicolor chunks of leftover bits which always looked better than they drew. Crayons are cool.