I never stopped using my crayons.

Crayons coming in a box of 24, perfect and ready for the first day of school as a child. All screaming and crying out to be used and be the chosen color of the sky that day. Wanting to get used and no longer be perfect. This is my favorite part about crayons, being perfect and then after being used once are no longer perfect but have created perfect art.
As children we would create  perfect art and get it put on the fridge and get a gold star. Then we got older and were told that our art had to look a certain way to be perfect, and only certain things made it to the fridge and gold stars were harder to find than shooting stars in the night sky. So for me it wasn't that I lost my crayons or they were taking away, I just stopped showing people that I used them. I never stopped using them.
I still use them and create things on paper that are hidden away under my bed that don't get out to see others very often. Instead of being proud of what I create with my crayons I hide it away and keep it to myself in fear of not getting it put on the fridge.
I still create and dream, not in the same ways as I did when I was a child. I still use crayons and markers just creating different things and seeing the world with a new perspective and putting what I feel onto paper in ways that I never would have thought of as a child.
I never stopped using my crayons.