Friday, April 5, 2013
I'm not a big colored pencil guy. My life with crayons though goes way back. Each Christmas, one of the special treats curled up in our stockings, 'hung by the chimney with care' was finding a new coloring book and a box Crayola's best. Coloring books all had themes. Ours were no different. Some years they were all about Christmas, but cowboys and indians, trucks and cars, wild animals in the jungle and scenes depicting the seasons were also popular choices of Santa. Opening that fresh box of crayons was an event I aways looked forward to. The perfectly formed colored points and the delicious aroma that issued forth are memories I still hold true.
To tell you the truth, the smell of a lead pencil, colored or not, was troubling to me. It still is today.
These days I pay homage to the pen a lot, but...
Viva the crayon!