More english home work!

crayon box


So I was reading this survey and one of the questions was "if you where a crayon what color crayon would you be?" and it got me to thinking... what color crayon would I be? after doing a little research ( im bored people, seriously I have nothing better to do with my time) I discovered since the establishment of Crayola Crayons in 1903, the Crayola team has created over 120 different colored crayons all deriving from the original 8 Black, Brown, Blue, Orange, Violet, Green, Red, and Yellow. New colors include everything from Flesh (which was changed to peach on 1962 due to the civil rights movement) to Ultra Pink (Ultra was used to identify the florescent colors until 1990 when the names where changed). In the early 1990's costumers were being asked to name the new crayons where names such as Wild Strawberry and Piggy Pink where introduced. After contemplating this wide selection of colors one would think I would pick the most outrageous crazy far from the norm color. But after much thought I easily decided which would represent me. Introduced in the early 1950's this color has been a part of every Crayola box. Never retired, never renamed, it is often forgotten that it is even there. But I believe the Crayon that would best suit me out of the box would be white. White! You say. Yes white. One thing about the lonely white crayon of the box is that though when you are first introduced to it as white upon opening a new box, it never stays that way. Eventually the other colors begin to rub off on it. Instead of that new white look it begins to get specks of blue, green and yes wild strawberry on it. When you finally do decided to use the white crayon you come to realize that it does not actually draw white. You are left with rembrents of all the other colors of the box that come along with it. And it never leaves the same colors sometimes its blueish sometimes it’s redish. These added colors often lead to frustration as you draw your sketch of the night sky when you are left with an off-pink looking star. But aren’t these specks just the influence and the knowledge the other crayons have left upon it. Each speck is a memory of the time that crayon was placed next to it in the box. How each and every crayon in the box has affected that white crayon. That ladies and gents is why I think I am the white crayon. Because when you first meet me I am a clean slate, but the longer you get to know me it’s the influences and the memory others have left upon my life that begin to be reveled. So in conclusion I would like to thank all of those who have left specks on me and turned me into the not so white crayon that I am