Oh this one is FUN.  Being the first born grandchild, I had many siblings and cousins who would gather at grandma's kitchen table and draw.  My first experience into the world of color was the crayon.  I would so get upset when the siblings and cousins would break a crayon and tear off the paper.  Did they not have respect for that crayon?  That crayon turned into my favorite form of art, the PENCIL.