a bright piece of yellow chalk

'In a corner Mona and Paddy were sitting, huddled togehter, a few torn school primers before them. They were writing down little sums onto an old chipped slate, using a bright piece of yellow chalk. I was close to them, propped up by a few pillows against the wall, watching.

It was the chalk that attracted me so much. It was a long, slender stick of vivid yellow. I had never seen anything like it before, and it showed up so well against the black surface of the slate that I was fascinated by it as much as if it had been a stick of gold.

Suddenly, I wanted desperately to do what my sister was doing. Then'without thinking or knowing exactly what I was doing, I reached out and took the stick of chalk out of my sister's hand'with my left foot.'

'Christy Brown, from My Left Foot, his autobiography, 1954.