There were crayons that broke in the middle, while their paper skins were still intact. That meant you'd pressed too long or too hard. There were crayons you used mainly for tree bark and others mainly for grass. There were variations on every color and they each had a name. The names were interesting but not the way the crayons themselves were. There was a blue I loved so much I can still taste it and when I see that blue on something else I have instant heartache for something I can't identify but want badly. There was a yellow I loved. The bees like that yellow too. Bees and crayons. Colors and names. Scent and memory. Enough to keep us happy, healthy, and pollinator-busy.
See also: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_Crayola_crayons