I recently watched a group of young children painting. Some were cautious and planned out each color and its placement carefully before they even picked up a brush. Others let the paint wander, and their minds with it, changing their creation and giving new names with every stroke. Then it was my turn. I picked up my white paper plate. I tried to remember what it was like to be a kid. To let the colors play. Enjoying discovering what happens when red mixes with yellow or green. Sometimes in order to create something new, we have to forget that we already know everything.