crayola life lessons

 

A box of fresh crayons make me a kid again. I run my fingers over the tips and I listen to the crisp sound they make as I slide them out of the box. Mmmmm. The smell of crayons bring joy to my heart. Creativity wasn't the only thing I got out of crayons. It was a great lesson on thoughtfulness. of caring. of showing love. sharing thoughts.

(Thank you, mom, for the never-ending art supplies...and thank you to my teachers who encouraged/forced us to make cards and write letters...)

I can't remember now what I loved to draw. I imagine I jumped from one subject to another like I do now. Houses, flowers, trees, with a swing. picket fences. cars. dinosaurs. dogs. the sun, the moon, and clouds of different shapes. stick-figure birds.

I remember fighting with someone about what colors to use. It was my picture. No one tells me the sun's rays should be yellow. I like orange, thank you. and I can make my clouds blue. and pink. and purple. No one tells me where I place my house, how big the windows should be or how i can make two slanting lines to show it's glass. That's just how it is. that's how it should be. End of story.

And no, I don't think I'm stubborn. I'm just ME.

I don't even know why I started to talk about crayons...

The crayon that i almost never used was Periwinkle.

Not that I don't like it. It was my favorite and i used it sparingly.

(I kept my periwinkle crayon in a separate pencil case.)

psycho, i know. but hey, it's my box o crayons.

Next in line was Salmon.

It fascinated me, and I didn't even know it was a fish.

I loved Torquoise Blue and I drove it to the ground.

I meant... paper.

Magenta and Plum were on my VIP list too.

I throw in Red Violet sometimes

when I forget how uninteresting it's name was.

(yes, i discriminated against crayons)

Canary Yellow wasn't allowed anywhere near.