KalahariMeerkat wrote:
I used to do that (still do unfortunatly but not as much. I'll have a little pen squiggle on my leg but not tiger stripes all over my body like I did when I was five). I think it was a combonation of three things: a craving for sensory input, bordom and a lack of impulse control. I drew on walls a lot. I even once glued a picture to the wall with carpenter's gule at 4:AM right before we had to leave for a trip. My parents couldn't really get through to me about anything at that age so they had to just wipe away the mess and hope I would eventualy learn.
I liked the feel of how a wet marker or pen felt on my skin. I even once spread Elmer's glue all over my face. I drew on myself the most while my mother read aloud from textbooks (I was homeschooled) and I had nothing to do with my hands. After school hours were over, my legs looked like a doodle pad. When talking on the telephone, (the early 90's when only rich people had cell phones and they were big bulky things), I had to sit at an old desk and got kinda bored so I would grind a pen into the desk and make deigns.
If all else fails, you can always replace all paints and markers in the house with those Crayola Wonder things and Go Paint that will only show up on the special paper. They did not have those when I was growing up unfortunatly.
Boy did you bring back a flood of memories, I think I forgot how much I used to draw on myself and cover myself in glue!
I used to draw on myself with pens, You could always find a doodle somewhere on me. Surpisingly it was a classmate in grade 10 who gave herself ink poisoning repeatedly drawing a heart on her hand every day for 2 months!
I used to deliberately cover my hands in white glue, loved how it felt, and when It dried I could spend an hour picking it off! "ahh... not what is be definition of bliss!"
I think my one concern with a Dry erase board is, are the markers washable on other surfaces?