Saturday, July 31, 2010

Time travel on aisle 4...

   It's that time of year again.  The time when I walk through the store and suddenly out of one of the isles I get hit with those smells.  The smells that immediately transport me back in time.  Back to the time when  the only house cleaning I had to do was my bedroom.  The only laundry I did was pick up my dirty clothes and put the clean ones away.  Dinner was cooked by someone else and bills where a mysterious unknown monster waiting in the distant future.
   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...


The first version the Crayola No.48 box (open)Image via Wikipedia



    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.


Crayola 120ct Original Crayons

    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. 

 Play-Doh Classic 4 Pack

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6 comments:

Al said...

Ahhh, memories :-)

Laura Eno said...

Yes, and when we were that age all we wanted to do was grow up. I could go back and be a child forever...wait, I am still a child, at least in my head. :)

Roland D. Yeomans said...

Ah, to go back to that age when we were untutored by life but also untainted by it.

The smells of crayons can still bring me back to that age ... to a childlike sense of wonder and awe at life when magic was possible.

And sometimes at night, my dreams murmur magic still is. Roland

Theres just life said...

Hi Al, Memories are great. So is Making them and you are doing just that. Congratulation again on your book.

Hi Laura, I always said I may go old but I will never grow up. So far I have kept that promise. Isn't it amazing how we always want to be the age we are not.

Hi Roland, Thanks for stopping by. Yes back then anything seemed possible.
And magic will always be in the world with us as long as we believe.

Rayna M. Iyer said...

That's what I like most about Crayons- not the colours themselves, but the pictures contained within.

Theres just life said...

Hi Rayna. Yes that is the best part. Where would we be without our imaginations.
We certainly would be writing, that's for sure.