How To Deal With Crayon Boxes and...
One of the memories that I will always have about when I was in
Kindergarten, was the day my friend taught me about crayon boxes. She was
first real friend, and my best friend at the time. One day we were
and she let me borrow crayons from her huge 64-count box. I thought they
so cool. My little 24-count box was nothing compared to hers.
As we were coloring, I reached over to put a crayon back in the
If any of you have ever used crayons, you know that sometimes they don't go
back in as easy as they came out, and that sometimes you end up with a huge
bulge in the box. Well, that's what happened with this particular crayon.
I kept trying to force back in the box so it would fit, and my friend didn't
like that too much, since it was her crayon box. She started throwing a
and I remember her yelling, "Don't force it!" Then she continued to give
demonstration on how you push the other crayons out of the way to make room
for the other one going back into the box.
As we were growing up, we continued to stay good friends in grade
school. I remember always teasing her about it, and she said she never
remembered that day really, but I know it really happened, because I think
it was the first time she ever yelled at me.
When we entered high school, things started to change, like they
often do. We still talked when we got the chance, but we started to make
own friends. We've stayed in touch, always saying hi in the halls and
everything, but we weren't the same best friends we were in Kindergarten.
Just this year, my sophomore year, things really started to change
me. So many different things happened, I felt like I was lost in the
I didn't know what to do or who I could turn to.
Then one day my friend came to my locker after school because she saw that I had been crying after
spending the afternoon in the guidance office. She asked me what was wrong
and I knew I could trust her, so I told her everything that was going on in
life. I told her this in a 7 page note and gave it to her in school.
A couple periods later she had stopped me in the halls and gave me a note and
told me how she understood and everything. She wrote me and told me how I
just need some time for things to get worked out, and that everything will
be okay. At the end of the note, she wrote one of the sweetest things anyone
has ever said to me. She wrote at the end: "I'll give you the same advice I
you back when we were in Kindergarten: Don't Force It!"
When I read that it put a smile on my face, the first smile that I
had cracked in awhile. I told her that I appreciated the note totally.
funny that out of all the things people have said to me and tried to help
those words she wrote in the note were the most inspirational.
It's weird that 10 years later the advice she had given me in
kindergarten would help me out so much now. She can't give me a
on how to push things away, like the crayons, but she made me open up my
just like she did when she yelled at me in kindergarten.
--- Permission to reprint --- Jill, Age 16 --- Iowa