Monday, September 26, 2011
the stay inside the lines?
the color outside the lines?
the shavings melted between waxxed paper with the old heavy iron?
the leftover pieces added to paraffin wax to make colored candles at Christmas?
the kid in class that ate them?
the store shelves full of them in the fall?
the crayon box in the desk?
the big fat ones?
the brand new box of 64?
the little box of 8?
the worn out nubs?
the brand new coned-shaped tips?
the built-in-the-box sharpener?
the peeling of the label to get more crayon?
the names...like cornflower blue?
the Ziploc bags for all the leftover stubby pieces?
the melted crayon between the seats in the car?
the scribbling on the walls?
the scribbling under the kitchen table?
the rogue crayon that went through the dryer?
Oh, the simple memories of the crayon.
I love my crayons.
EVEN this little 4-pack from Milton Bradley....!
What memories do you have?