A Child's Imagination

It seems the only creative ideas I have these days are for making excuses. 

Why I'm not home when I said I would be.

Why I don't want to be at home at all.

Why I shouldn't have to do the dishes.

Why my brother is at fault instead of me.

And on

and on

and on.

I got an art kit for Christmas when I was 10. It had markers, paints, crayons, colored pencils...

I
  never
          used
                  the
                        crayons.

I couldn't stand the feel of the wax in my hot, sweaty hands.

I regret that now. I miss my crayons.

The other day my sister drew a light bulb. And then gave it eyes and ears. It looks like a llama instead. Boy, do I miss those days...

...those days are definitely over.