One day in
kindergarden we did a special art project. We scribbled pages of
paper with
all the colours of the rainbow, then covered the page with
black ink. Then we scratched
pictures into the ink and we could see the bright colours under the balck. It was my favorite project.
In
grade one we had to keep a
journal. Everyday we drew pictures in our journals, and I would try to
replicate the earlier project by scribbling over the other colours with my
black crayon. It didn't work, and my teacher soon called my
mother to tell her that I was
a depressed and disturbed child and I needed immediate
psychiatric help. My mother yelled at her that I was just expressing my
grief over my parents recent
divorce. Neither of them asked me why all the pages of my journal were scribbled black.
Kids have reasons for the weird stuff they do!