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!