When I was six years old, I was presented with my very first wrist watch. I felt like I had truly become an adult; I could coolly check the time myself or tell passerbys the time if they happened to ask. The watch I was given was a Quartz; my mother, who wore a silver and gold Quartz herself, told me this was one of the best value, best quality, and most precise watches around. I remember my first Quartz well; it had a pink plastic rim and a comfortable cloth wrist band which was pink with multi-colored flowers on it. When I entered junior high, my parents gave me a delicate Quartz with a glossy dark brown crocodile-print wrist band, and I wore it throughout high school; it was my lucky charm. Now that I’m an adult, it’s no surprise that I’m still wearing a Quartz, one very much like the one my mother used to wear.