Crayons and Extreme Heat don't mix...
We lived in Louisville, KY and it was a very small house. Although there was a floor furnace (I don't know if it was heating oil or natural gas) my parents used a pot-bellied stove to heat the house because except for the cost of gathering wood-the heat was free. We were supposed to be taking a nap. I fell asleep first. That usually translates to I would be the first to wake up as well. Everyone else was asleep. I went to my red rocker by the pot-bellied stove and rocked for a while. I loved that rocker and I loved the sensation of rocking. After a while I went looking for the crayons. I knew better than to draw on the walls so I took a crayon and started drawing on the stove. The crayon spread on so smooth and creamy. Then it would start to bubble, change color, darken, go black and even smoke a little and definitely started to stink. I tried several colors. They all eventually turned black. After awhile the heat began to get to me and made me sleepy again. I went back to bed and...