crayons.

I'm gonna save up ALL my money so I can buy more crayons. One of those realllllllllllllly big boxes Mommy won't ever buy me from the toy store. Or maybe I'll need markers? It was very dark. It would take an awful lot of crayons... hm. But markers smell bad, and the boy didn't so it couldn't be those. It seemed kinda like paint, but when I asked Mommy why that boy was painted so dark, she told me to shhhhh and that I can't say things like that. So it must be crayons.


I wonder why my parents didn't color me. It's probably because Daddy doesn't like coloring. He'll never draw in my coloring books with me and I don't know why because it's fun to color even though it's hard to stay in the lines sometimes. I wonder if there were lines that the parents had to color in on that boy, you know, so they didn't color in his mouth or something like that. That'd be bad because I bit a crayon once and it tasted really bad.


But I still don't know why they would pick such a dark color. His Mommy and Daddy must have colored him because I don't think he could do it all on his own. One time I tried to paint my nails all by myself and I couldn't even do that. But grown-ups like those boring colors. Like my Mommy, she did our whole entire house in black and white. So I guess that's why they colored him so dark, 'cuz grown-ups are boring and it was their choice what color he got colored Because They Said So.


I like bright colors though- pink and purple and yellow- like Easter! Maybe if I get the reallllllllllllllllllly big box of crayons, I can color me all up like a big basket of Easter eggs! That would be SO pretty! That's it, I got it I got it I got it! I'll ask the Easter Bunny to bring me the crayons! The realllllllllllllly big box.


[prompt: writing from the point of view of a 5 year old after seeing a person of a different race for the first time]