When I was a little girl, I used to melt my crayons off the old-school built-in heater we had attached to the hallway. Man, I love the feeling of melted wax. I also loved the melted color residue that stayed. I really couldn’t tell you how that heater even worked, but I’m always wistful & reminiscent whenever I pass by it to enter my bedroom. A lot of good lonely childhood memories.
