sinsboldly wrote:
melting crayons on the heating element in the basement. It would drip on my fingers and I would eat it off, fascinated for hours.
i remember finding out about this in the old hallway that connected my childhood school to the church. my mother would go to bingo there on monday nights and take me with her, and i would play out in the hallway, which was long and dark with high ceilings and rubberized floor runners, and there was a radiator every so often. we had no radiators in our home so they fascinated me. i had crayons with me and held one to the hot metal and watched it melt, and was transfixed. i would take bottlecaps (the old-school kind with the serrated edging) and melt the wax into the bottlecap and create my own "crayons" by mixing colors and then popping them out of the mold. i also experimented on setting my mom's hot pink bingo chips on top of the steam element and watching them melt. i felt like i was doing something terribly dangerous and taboo. i would love to go back there and see if there's still wax on those radiator, so i could say meee meee, i did that, thirtysomething years ago