Memories are triggered by all sorts of things, like a phrase or a place. But sometimes, just an object can send you back into the body of your past. Whenever I draw with markers, it brings me back to the days I would spend with my favorite purple marker, sitting on my bedroom floor. Instead of playing with dolls or Legos as a little kid, I was more likely to play by drawing people and creating adventures for the characters I would draw. I would create evil stepmothers and detailed castles. I would draw ballerinas, and gymnasts, and cats dressed up as people, putting on shows. With my markers, my imagination came to life on paper.
