Is there anything that can make you feel like a kid again more than a box of crayons?
The other night I decided it was time to break open a new box.
I have a small stash of Crayola 24 packs that my sister brought me from the States.
Crayola are not cheap here, not like there.
I treasure those suckers.
The prompt was "color outside the lines."
I only saw one line. But I colored outside it.
I didn't scribble.
I kind of wondered if that's what they wanted.
But then I decided it didn't matter.
I was outside the lines.