When I was a kid, I treasured a small cylindrical jar, about the height of a thumb, filled with star-shaped confetti of all different colors. Those shiny stars could have decorated plenty of elementary school art projects, but didn't.
Nope. That confetti was expressly reserved for sprinkling from the windows when a boy and a band of oversized insects arrived in their giant peach.
Ohhh there are so many other silly things I used to do, like wear those handle-less umbrella hat contraptions and/or pretend to fight crime in the tennis courts on rollerblades. And there are so many silly things I STILL do, like getting sound legal advice from the clouds. It's reassuring to know that, in some ways, childhood isn't too terribly far behind you.
It's been ten years and that little jar is still full of stars. Maybe there are some dreams we must never surrender.
Acrylics, watercolor, crazy paper.