One evening after a trip to the children's museum, my mother took us kids through the drive-thru at McDonald's. My sister and brother, who were 5 and 4 at the time got happy meals. The prize in them was a pack of scented crayons. We were all quiet while we happily munched away, until my brother let out a blood-curdling cry. My mom slammed on the brakes and pulled the minivan onto the shoulder of the highway. "What's wrong?!" she asked, fearing my brother had been stung by a bee or pinched in his car seat or otherwise physically injured. Through his sobs he told her that he dropped the bag containing his happy meal prize out the window. My mom said, "That's all? You have enough crayons at home anyway." but my brother begged her to find them. Apparently, the McDonald's commercial advertising the crayons in the happy meals showed kids drawing things like racecars and airplanes and the drawings coming to life and flying off the page. My mother spent the next 30 minutes searching the side of the interstate in the dark for my brother's "magic crayons".
A childhood belief about toys
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that crayons were candy and the colors were flavors. We went through a lot of crayonsAnon
- I used to think that little people in my penis had crayons and colored my pee yellow.— Ryan
- I used to believe that the people who "colored" The Simpsons ran out of skin-toned crayons.Anon
- I used to think that the wax statues at Madame Tussauds were made of recycled candles and crayons.Anon
- I used to think people with lots of freckles were playing with crayons and drew dots on their face.— WOW
- I long believed that Ronald Reagan was Ronald McDonald's brother. And I thought it made him more impressive!— JB