In the movie, “Forest Gump” was that famous line…”life is like a box of chocolates”. I say life is like a box of crayons! Before Donkey Kong or Battle something video games took up your time,there was coloring. And as you got older, coloring got more specialized.
You first started just bearing down on the crayon and maybe even colored right through and hit the table. Remember the sheer joy felt just drawing in your Sesame Street coloring book. You had your eight colors and all’s right with the world….And the new crayon smell-nothing can replace it!
Crayons were special and you didn’t break them or pull and peel off the paper surrounding your “crowns” as some say…”Cray-on”, I learned. And, when old enough, I got a big box with all the colors in the world at my fingertips. I painstakingly stayed in the lines and knew these were works of art! Those were the days…
I remember how exciting it was to “graduate” to a bigger box with more colors…One such color was “flesh”. I compared my skin to the crayon. No match-I was pale and it had a ruddy tone. I tried it beside Barbie-not at all. My best friend was Frederika, an African-American and that flesh color didn’t work on her skin, either. I hardly ever used that one…
Now, I looked at the Crayola web site and gasped at all the changes made to my precious box of crayons. Fluorescent colors in a box of 8,64 and now, 92! They have Crayola markers, colored pencils, chalks and clothing!
I feel like an old crotchety woman complaining about how things changed. And those young whippersnappers don’t know a good thing when they see it! My childhood was marked by the size of my box of crayons.
I recently heard the difference in colors for men vs. women. Men have the basic box of eight crayons. Women have a box of sixty-four! What do you think?