A little-known benefit of the civil rights movement.
The things that go through my mind - you have no idea. Today , I was thinking about the old flesh colored crayon, and wondering if it still existed. You see, I haven't messed with crayons since I was a child, so I have no idea what sorts of colors they come in now. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. One of the measures of status as a child was the size of ones crayon box. Seriously. I remember being kind of a big-shot around the schoolyard because I had the giant box of 64 with the little sharpener in the back. Lots of kids had the box of 8. Pikers. Any kid with 10 cents can have a box of 8 crayons. Brown , green , orange , red , yellow , black, blue and violet . Boring. I had apricot, bittersweet and burnt sienna. Five years old and 64 crayons . Can life get any better? I submit that it cannot. Anyway , I remember this Crayola crayon with the name "flesh". As a kid I thought nothing of it, since it sort of matched my flesh color, and I figured that my co...