when the kids come into my office (which has lots of things to play with in it) it's either the legos or the crayons that they go to first. if it's the legos, they eventually migrate to the crayons. if it's the crayons, they stick with the crayons.
with legos, you build things. with crayons, you dream things. good as building is, dreaming seems to win out.
i remember coloring all. the. time. as a kid. usually on the floor, on my stomach. if i tried that now, i'd be dead asleep in five flat seconds. might not be able to get back up, either.
when i went to my friends' houses or they came to mine, "wanna color?" was one of the first ideas thrown out there for what to do. the answer was rarely, "no." mattera fact, i don't know if it was ever "no."
contrary to popular myth, coloring in coloring books does not stunt your growth. staying in the lines does not lead to sociopathic behavior as an adult. not that there's anything wrong with coloring on plain paper. but there's nothing wrong with coloring in coloring books, either. if you're destined to be a picasso, no stupid little disney coloring book is gonna stop you.
occasionally at work, when things are slow, my colleagues and i will bring up the subject of coloring. and how maybe we oughta spend a few minutes right now, while not much is goin' on, to haul out the paper and crayons and get at it.
but we never do.
we always end up sighing (remembering the good old days), shrug, and then we go back to our desks and even though it's a slow day, we find something "productive" to do.
sad.
