Growing up, our household had a giant roll of butcher paper. It was 2 ft (60cm) wide and about 1000 feet (300m) long roll. I have no idea why we had it, but as kids we were allowed to use as much as we wanted for whatever we wanted. It turned into a childhood of projects, games, costumes, banners, signs, crafts, wrappings, pranks, etc. Close to the beginning as kids, we'd asked for art supplies like markers, paint, pens, pencils, charcoal, etc to transform that boring cheap paper into different universes. We became creative because it was available.
Something about having an unlimited supply of something and infinite permissions was an unexpected freedom.


I had to read it three times to realize "mow" was "Mao" (Zedong).
Also I think reading it that many times has caused me to have a stroke.