One day when I was in Kindergarten.

Before I get started... I have not blogged in a long while. In an effort to write again I have created a blog. Postings will probably be infrequent at best. However,in order to get things started I will post a few of my older blogs previously posted on my myspace profile.

Ready? Get set. Go.


A small light complected boy with bushy hair sits at his desk in kindergarten. It is wobbly, dark brown with a deep scratch on the right hand side. The desk is joined by four others effectively forming a "group". Patiently, the boy sits waiting for his "handout". When the blue lithograph paper arrives, he brings it slowly to his nose and inhales. Instant happiness is acheived at the expense of many brain cells. The handout is a picture of a boy running over a field with his puppy. On the feild are 5 two dimensional flowers with 4 petals each. The boy, filled with eagerness to color, kicks his legs. His toes barely reach the floor resulting in a swishing, scratching sound. The teacher passes one box of Crayola brand crayons per group. Before the boy has a chance, the red and yellow crayons are taken. The yellow looks dirty anyway. Blue and pink disappear next. Pink is a girl color. Green, brown and black don't appear "flowery" enough. The boy takes a broken orange crayon. The flat side has marks from other crayons. the boy peels back the paper and scratches the other marks off. He begins to color his 2 dimensional flowers. Happiness is coloring and the boy is smiling. He is proud to stay within the lines. The boy begins to notice a whisper but ignores it. Finally a boy snickers, "There's no such thing as orange flowers!" The boy looks down at his picture and holds back the tears. "Are there such things as orange flowers?", he thinks. Reluctantly and very shyly, the boy asks his teacher. "Ma'am, are there such things as orange flowers?", he slowly asks. "Oh my, yes! Marigolds are orange." she says loudly with a smile. Her makeup cracks ever so slightly aroung the corners of her eyes, next to the twinkle. The boy feels reaffirmed by her seemingly simple reply.

Color your flowers whatever color you want, mine are orange!