Seeing this box of crayons on Pinterest brought back SO many memories for me.
In third grade, I had Mrs. Ellison’s class. She suggested that we get fluorescent Crayons and my mom brought some home from Gibson’s, where she worked. I was the only kid in the class who’s parents bought her those very special crayons. When another little girl stole them from me, Mrs. Ellison knew they were mine and I got them back. It was the first time a teacher believed me over another child and I felt vindicated.
Why is it that this old box of crayons spawned that memory, but when I see the newer boxes of fluorescent crayons, I never think about that day my beloved and special crayons were stolen?