Yesterday, I found a giant box of Crayola crayons in my Dad’s basement; big, glorious, pointy-tipped, bright, fun crayons. I can’t remember the last time I even held a crayon (apart from the terrible waxy crayons you get at restaurants when I play tic-tac-toe with my baby cousins) but something inside of me was transported back to being 7 years old. Coloring was one of my favorite things to do as a kid. I remember drawing pictures and trying to sell my “artwork” in a lemonade-type stand right in front of my house with my friend, Eddie. I did sell one, though…to my Mom…for a dollar. Still, I consider it a sale!
Even though I’m not the best artist I still love drawing and creating things. It bothers me when people don’t attempt things because they think they’re bad at it or they “can’t” do it. Says who!? If you want to sing, sing. If you want to dance, dance. If you want to sit on your Dad’s basement floor and draw pictures with a dog…do it. Not that I do that. Fine, I did.
CREATE SOMETHING!
-Lori
