Tyee Writers on Their Best Presents Ever
When I was nine, my younger brother received a Crayola Crayon Maker. We’d never seen anything like it. At the top of the machine was a tray to place our broken crayons. You’d turn on the device to melt the pieces back into wax. Then you’d flip a lever to pour the melted wax into four crayon-shaped molds. And then they’d cool…. Voila! New crayons! You could use the machine the utilitarian way as a mender of broken crayons, but we went the Frankenstein route of purposefully snapping our crayons into tiny pieces for maximum effect. We were mesmerized by the melting, marbling wax. It wa...