All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Sky Blue Paint (Memoir)
It was morning in Vallejo and I was about three years old. My mom was painting my room light blue, she was also making little silver sponge creatures. After a while she left the room, but she left the paint open.
I walked over to my room, there was no one in there, I could smell the paint. I looked at the paint, it was very interesting how it could make a wall look different. I put my hand in the paint, it was smooth and slippery, and I put my hand on the crate that was used for my toys, I lifted it up after pressing it hard on the crate, there was a sky blue hand print.
I kept using the paint to color the lid blue, until it was completely light blue on the lid. Everything was quiet. I went on to the walls, I tried making a little ocean kinda, I made handprints and smudges of paint, soon after my mom came back into the room.
“Wow,” she said looking at what I painted.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.