If i was a crayon Essay

If I was a crayon I might be a blue or green one since those are my favorite colors. I would like to be put into a box of sixty-four or more because there would be separate crayons to reproof with if crayons could talk. As a newborn crayon I probably came from a big blob of hot, melt down wax. Then I was rolled and pressed by a machine and then cooled by a freezing mist and wrapped with a makers label. This was a precise unflagging process because it was always new. later on that I?m shipped out to a main warehouse were crayons are sold to companies like Target. At Target I would imagine being purchased by a young boy around the date bracket of five to six who loved to color and would one day grow up to induce a famous artist. I would later be taken to his house and used as a permanent proxy for his other old gaunt crayons.After he was finished playing with me and the other crayons he would diverge his attention away from us and onto the TV. Towards the end of the night the mo ther would come in and act like a scavenger searching for any lost or hidden crayons under the couch. Sometimes the little boy would play with us after being yelled at and be show much fervent towards us and rub our sharp heads against the paper making us very(prenominal) dull and unusable. I?ve lost many cronies that way and they?ve had a nice, little plummet into the garbage can. I?m sure as a crayon I would live a very shuddery life because you never know when the time is up. As a crayon I would have very little knowledge of the outside world and what was really going on outside that big proud solid glass window in the living room were I would be used and contend with.