“You can paint on the basement floor,” my mother told me.
I was eight years old or younger... and stunned.
Mom was going to let me paint on the floor? I was going to be able to use the gray concrete as my huge blank canvas?
“On the floor?” I asked, just to make sure my ears weren’t deceiving me.
“Yes... on the floor,” Mom repeated again, probably in between loads of laundry or meal preparations.
And so I, gathered up all my paints and brushes and went to the basement where I painted on the floor.