I. Love. Crayons.
I can't draw so I color. I have coloring books by my bed at this exact moment as well as 3 boxes of crayons.
The smell of crayons. The smell of my childhood. When I could create a new picture without feeling judged by others or criticizing myself for not being good enough.
What's stopping us?
Oh, right. Homework. Busy work. That stuff teachers assign us, as if we don't have enough to do. Seeing my nieces and nephews so care free and innocent, creating worlds and all the different games they come up with, I really miss living such a simple life.
Can we all make a vow to be more creative? To release that child we had to hide away far too soon see the light of day again?
Will you join me?