I think the deception-becoming-obsession of these "games" is why I always liked my small box of crayons the best. You knew where you stood with crayons. You knew all the greenish colors would be grouped with greens, all the pink shades with pinks next door to all the reddish ones lined up with only reds. The blues lived with blues, and whether bright or dull you'd find all the yellows together. And oranges were always next to the yellow group. There were only those very few that didn't seem to have a true "home" in there (at least in my understanding), those being gold, silver, and white. But their places always seemed quite moveable, without any skill needed, no hours spent in "trying" to get them into a certain spot, no obsession to take over either. You knew you could dump the whole box on the floor, but not have any trouble putting them back in their groups, too. You knew crayons looked better unused and with their wrappers left un-torn. You knew if you decided to taste one (one you didn't use much), that crayons would always taste like wax. You knew they'd break if you stepped or sat on them. You knew they always "worked right" whether it was a sunny or rainy day, and without one second of ever having to hold your breath!
After the year I've had this year, I need a box of trusty crayons. No more snow globes with fake-flecks, no more silver-beads from 5-cent gum ball machines. No more Pick-Up-Sticks that have pointy sharp ends that hurt! And no more "House of Cards" that WILL fall. I just want to sprawl on the floor on my belly with a big blank sheet where MY creation will begin with one small crayon, building, stretching across the paper in whatever direction I want. I need a box of crayons!
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