The Sweet Smell Of Crayons
Today I watched as young Mothers with their children in tow filled their carts with colorful notebooks and various school supplies. I stood there just watching and reminiscing about days gone by. Visions of “Happy Face” stickers, “Keep on Truckin” and “Peace Sign “patches were swirling through my head. Thoughts of meatloaf surprise and the unforgettable aroma of a new box of Crayola Crayons filled my head. I can still remember the weight of my full “Hey Hey it’s the Monkees” lunch box. Each day my Mother would pack it lovingly with a sandwich, apple and a special treat. If I was lucky, it would be a big pink fluffy marshmallow snowball cake; you’re smiling right now aren’t you? It was usually squished just a bit by the weight of my Davy Jones thermos. But, always a smile making, cavity inducing, and highly coveted tradable, treat!
Intuitively I picked up a few things for two of my granddaughters. Twilight, I Carly and the Jonas Brothers items now filled my basket. I also added three new boxes of Crayola Crayons. I overheard a little girl ask her Mother “why does that lady smell the crayon box Mom?” and I knew that was my queue to leave the school supply aisle and head towards the other end of the store. Yes, three boxes, two for the girls and one for me!
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