Before the advent of the 64-pack of crayons in 1958, we all suffered with the 48-box, brought around in 1949. My sister was older than I, so she often used my colors; she preferred burnt sienna and salmon, while I had to make do with stuff like cobalt blue and Indian red.
We didn’t have a TV set then, so coloring was a great way for our mom to whip out a piece of newspaper for the table, and we’d color away all afternoon. By the time the 64-pack hit stores, my sister had moved on to other pursuits, and I was in heaven to have a box of my own with a built-in sharpener. Cheap entertainment was very importment then.
I’m a dreamer at heart, proudly born and raised in San Francisco—a city that covers just 49 square miles but was heaven on earth for me. Every corner of The City (as we natives affectionately call it) has been a part of my life. No area ever felt too distant. With wide eyes and an open heart, I’ve always welcomed the world around me. I find joy in creativity, wonder, and discovering new possibilities—whether that’s through international work adventures or dreaming up the next exciting idea. Even though San Francisco was my hometown, my passport has taken me to many amazing places and introduced me to wonderful people, shaping me in countless ways. I carry pieces of these experiences and friendships with me wherever I go. Above all, I treasure my family, friends, and those small, meaningful moments that keep my spirit alive and thriving. I never want my curiosity to fade away.
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