
In the house of every new parent is a child. In the room of every child is a shelf. Now this shelf is no ordinary shelf. This shelf will contain some of the first very vital needs of that child. This shelf contains a box. A box colored yellow and playfully decorated with green triangular stripes. This box is a magic fortress. Children fly to space, to disneyland, to a tropical forest, to a zoo, any where with their own wings. They live in a house made of pizza. They slide down a 50 foot waterslide with shoes on - impossible? Not in the mind of a child. In the mind of a child everything is possible. Especially when you are equipped with a 48 BIG box of crayons. Today my friends, i have recieved a 48 pack of crayons from my dear cousin. It's a foolish wish to want a box of crayons at my age but you should know. I was deprived of a big box of crayons when i was younger.
I grew up perfecting my coloring skills, advancing my hand writing ( i can write with both hands now), painting my name and a huge sheet of paper, cutting origami, enjoying art projects, I practicaly am an arts and crafts person. Yet, I did not own a big box of crayons. "Why crayons?" you may ask. Well, I find crayons to be quite satisfying. Coloring pencils are too annoying with all their uneven shading purposes. Pastels are just too darn messy. Paints? HA! you need to refill your water container like every 25 minutes.... no way, it's just too much work. I love how the crayons look when you use them up. The unevenness and dullness of the crayon gets me every time. I love ripping the paper off... its like unravelling yourself to see the true beauty underneath all your powder and hairspray, allowing people all around to see your true colors. I've always had a love for crayons...and nothing will ever change that.
Now.... the reason why my parents never got me a big box of crayons was because in my Lolo's house that we use to live had a really tall white marble limestone wall. Being quite young at that time and wanting a calendar, i drew on the wall. I used a green permanent marker and drew "X"s all over it all high as I reach which was 3 feet. My mother gasped in shock. She spent the entire Sunday afternoon scrubbing the wall and attempting to remove my green "X"s before my Lolo got home. It just didn't work. It is there forever and even to this day I can still see it everytime i go to that house. This was the reason why I did not have a big box of crayons.... but alas my dear friends, I have my dream box of crayons today.