There was a period of time when I was very focused on crayons. I was four years old, maybe five.
I remember that I liked to pull the paper covering off of each crayon. I would start at the top, gently work downward and sideways. I’d go about it slowly, try to get it all off in a single, unwinding tear.
With any new box my parents gave me, I would open it…take the crayons out one at a time…rip the paper from each one…and then flush the pile of shreds down the toilet. [Read more…]