Colorful Operation by Kylie F.

I remember lying on the kitchen table, my chubby two year old self. Wearing a ratty, stained, floral t-shirt paired with blue jean overalls; my five year old big brother holding the florescent flashlight and my concerned mother on the sidelines. Surgeon daddy looking over his frightened young with computer tools in hand ready to perform the surgical removal. Looking back on the rambunctious kid I was, what was I thinking shoving a jumbo fascia Crayola crayon up my left nostril? But I suppose my mother never told me that crayons weren’t meant for excessive sniffing.