What a wonderful smell. I find myself following that scent around the corner and down the aisle. Suddenly there it is right in front of me. The bright yellow and green box full of hope that all things are possible. The box of Crayola Crayons...
When I was younger nothing brought as much joy and pleasure as that box with its brand new never used crayons. Inside that box where mountains to climb, rivers to swim, forest to explore, and space to conquerer. There where all kinds of exotic animals and fantasies to be seen.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words... Well, inside that little box there where unlimited words and stories. Where would you like to be... under the sea ... at the north pole... on a beach...a galaxy far far away ... Grab a piece of paper anything would do and go.
Nothing was imposable or too far away. That little box is magic. If you don't believe me buy one and hand it to a small child with a pad of paper. Stand back and watch the wonder shine in their eyes and the magic flow from their hands to the paper. Who knew that zebras were really purple and yellow, and ate red grass under a pink sky.
Oh wow they now come in a box of 120 different colors... I really need that... For the granddaughter... so what if she is only one month old. It's never to early to appreciate art.
Wait. What's that smell. Can it be. Yes it is... Play-doh. I may never leave this aisle.