C is for crayons,
I love red, green, and blue,
and coloring pictures
when they are brand new.
I loved crayons as a kid. Unfortunately, my memories of coloring for hours with all those cool colors are older and harder to remember than recent memories. As a mother, I hated scrubbing them off the walls, vacuuming broken pieces out of the carpet, and the ultimate bummer experience: crayons left in the car with the windows up, parked out in the sun on a 100 degree plus summer day.
What are your memories of crayons?