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I am 5 years old.

My kindergarten teacher give us a fun assignment

and hands out white paper to all the kids in my class

along with a box of colored crayons.

She claps her hands to get us all to listen

and tells us to draw a flower and color it in

with a color that makes us think of love

she tells us to draw grass under that flower

in the color favorite fruit

she proceeds to tell us to draw a sun

in the corner of our paper

and tells us to color it in with our favorite color.

She wants all our drawing to be different

yet similar and showcase little tiny snidbits

about who we truly are

I love the idea and start coloring madly on my paper

The color pink reminds me of love

and my favorite drink is orange juice

and although I've never eaten an orange

I assume that its probably my favorite fruit.

My beautiful pink flower stands out in the orange grass

and I draw a sun in the corner of my paper with a pencil.

At this point in my life I can't really decide

whether my favorite color is blue or green

so I cut my sun in half.

I color the bottom half blue and the top have green

and I hold my drawing in the air yelling "miss m I'm done!"

Other kids in my class are done as well

and Miss M is going around smiling at their work

patting them on their heads and giving them gold stars.

She takes one look at my drawing and smiles,

but then points at my sun.
"Alyssa, what's your favorite color?"

She asks me and I laugh

because I don't have a favorite color.

I laugh and I tell her that

and say that I love both blue and green

and she laughs a hearty laughs

and puts the gold star on the top of my paper

and tells me that I tried. I tried? I tried?

Other kids in my class had gotten gold stars

because their artwork was beautiful

and I got one because I tried?

I have a 6th hour knot in my stomach

and slunk down in my seat.

I grab a blue crayon

and go over the green part of my sun with the blue.

I bring my drawing back to my teacher again

and ask her if it's better now. If now it's beautiful.

She smiles again and says

of course she thinks it's beautiful

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 26, 2017 ⏰

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