everytime I post a blog, this question pops up. what is cooler than a box of crayons? when I was little, there was nothing cooler than a fresh box of crayons. I would go grocery shopping with my mom or dad and beg to browse the “art aisle”, or so I called it. there was something special about a new box. my mom would always say, don’t you have a box already? but they just didn’t understand. I can remember carefully opening up the lid to the box and smelling the fresh wax smell for the first time. I always grabbed the blue crayon or the pink ones, and tried to color really lightly so that the tips would not get ruined. man, how nice it was to be a kid.