My first time was in first grade, when a friend invited me to a calligraphy class. While not all lessons are allowed, my mother immediately approved the calligraphy class. Perhaps it was because his maternal grandfather was a calligrapher. However, since my grandfather passed away early, I never had the opportunity to learn calligraphy directly from him. He was someone who taught at a university, so I still wish he had taught me. I quit the calligraphy class after I started participating in club activities in junior high, but in high school, I chose calligraphy as an elective class, so my relationship with calligraphy continued gradually even during my student days.
Writing helps me concentrate a lot. Calligraphy is often called the art of lines, but unlike painting, it cannot be erased or rewritten. Since it's a one-shot game, if you don't train regularly, you won't be able to put good things on paper when the time comes. I love the feeling of sharpening my mind in front of the text in front of me.