No really. This must have been early on in schooling, and we were colouring in - with wax crayons - a hen for Easter. We might even have drawn it in pencil beforehand, but I’m not sure about that.
One of my friends was off sick that day and they asked me to colour one in for him and take it to him at home, since he lived near me.
For his, I used a different red-brown crayon colour to the plain brown I’d used for my own and, perhaps because it was a second attempt, it looked ten times better.
I wanted to keep it, but mine had my name on it and his had his. There was no way to switch them, and even at that age I knew it would have been a mean thing to do to give a sick friend the bad one. I don’t even know how much he appreciated it because it was never mentioned afterwards.
The tale of the the one that got away.
No really. This must have been early on in schooling, and we were colouring in - with wax crayons - a hen for Easter. We might even have drawn it in pencil beforehand, but I’m not sure about that.
One of my friends was off sick that day and they asked me to colour one in for him and take it to him at home, since he lived near me.
For his, I used a different red-brown crayon colour to the plain brown I’d used for my own and, perhaps because it was a second attempt, it looked ten times better.
I wanted to keep it, but mine had my name on it and his had his. There was no way to switch them, and even at that age I knew it would have been a mean thing to do to give a sick friend the bad one. I don’t even know how much he appreciated it because it was never mentioned afterwards.
Forty-plus years later, I’m still salty about it.