Oh yes. That's right. Not only did I bring crayons with me to college, but I have a whopping 112 of them.
I find it rather sad that after about fifth grade or so, crayons disappear from our school supply list, and they are replaced for the more solid markers, or more convenient colored pencils.
But consider this.
Is there anything closer to your inner child than the smell of a new box of crayons? And I'm talking about Crayola here, kids. No RoseArt or any of that. I don't know what was wrong with them, but they felt wrong, colored wrong, smelled wrong, and tasted-I mean broke wrong.
There was always that one color that was worn down to a nub - usually black, often blue, but always the metallics and the ones with the super long names like 'Macaroni and Cheese' and 'Purple Mountain Majesty.'
I don't care that a dog is brown. This one is bronze. We have the technology.
I found RoseArt to be the kind of crayons you don't want to take to school because kids would look at your funny if you're using them.
ReplyDeleteI know.
It happened to me. I might as well have been a shunned Amish kid.