It all started with a box of crayons, but doesn't everything really? Give a person of any age more colors then black and white and all of a sudden they have choices. My poison? The 96 pack of Crayloas. With names like "Tickle me pink" and "Wild blue yonder" my world suddenly opened through those 96 shades. However, being 22 and having one year left in University it wasn't really cool to be sitting in class drawing swoops and lines, mixing and clashing colors. I always, always though, colored within the lines. My little secret was kept safe. On dates I quietly hid my multi-colored masterpieces behind the piano, and when friends came over, I would blame my artistic "abilities" on my youngest cousin. I hid, it, and hid it well, until that summer my world was changed when I decided to travel to Western Africa.
That summer I had no choice but to color outside the lines. No color so grey could match the poverty I came across, but there was also no contrasting shade of Crayola that showed the joy of the people who I passed everyday.
It was also the first summer I had a digital camera. Being young and idealistic I had plans to change the world...
From The Little Pricess's Guide to Backpacking