It was a birthday present from my grandma and I was disappointed at first. After all, I was eleven years old and she gave me sidewalk chalk? That was until she pulled me aside to tell me about how this chalk was special and how each color had it’s own magical power.
If you draw something with red, you could touch it and it would feel hot to your finger tips. If you drew blue it would feel as cold as dry ice. You better not hold your hand on it for too long!
I drew a picture of a fire in a fireplace and it suddenly burst into flames! Luckily I had a bucket of water near by and there were no flammable items nearby. Sniff. I smell burnt hair. I reached up to my eyebrows and feel them curled up singed.
Hmmmm I thought, what should I draw next……
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Very cute post. Your grandma sounds like she was an interesting lady!
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What a beautiful piece that reminds us all of the magic in the simple and special objects in our lives! So much has emanated from chalk across all the classroom boards!
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So true, I never thought of it that way.. love that lens….
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Thank you for this piece. Consequentially, I was remembering some wonderful times I had with my grandma. Grandmas have ways of adding a certain specialness into a life.
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I know… my grandma always had a closet of coloring books, crayons and chalk…
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