Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Is It Chalk or . . . .

I can still see my approximately 5 year old self happily drawing on the trees, the old fence, the old barn - anything flat or semi-flat and within my short reach.

Finally, I run into the house, "Mommy! I found chalk! I've been drawing pictures!"

"That's not chalk, Leslie. It's old dog poop."

Thereby ending my budding carefree, artistic life.