Broken Crayons

I've tried a million times to write about my childhood. And all I can really say about it is this. 

When I was 6 years old I was at my cabin with my family. I was crying. 

My mom came upstairs to ask me what was wrong and I told her that I was scared that when I got older my life would be hard because my childhood had been so great. 

My mom told me that that isn't how it worked. 

She was wrong. 

And I was right. 

If crayons are what we used to represent our childhood happiness...

Then all my crayons are broken.