text: ​I set it up so perfectly. I was ready to start, no doubt. As I opened the container the smell wafted through the thick air and I took a deep breath in. Oh, how I loved that smell. I squeezed my hand into the small container, barely fitting. I took up the contents of the cylinder and pressed it against my face. What a great feeling. As I squeeze, it mushes through my fingers. I love this. I get lost in a trance as I roll my play-doh against the desk. So mesmerizing, how it forms a snake-like shape as I continue moving my hand; back and forth, back... and forth. I soon snap out of my beautiful daydream and start to make my, “spaghetti dinner.” I take out the noodle maker and press the red play-doh into the base. I get excited as I push down and the red, noodle-like play-doh squeezes through the little holes in the top of the pasta machine. I keep pressing and the noodles keep coming. I stop suddenly, remembering that my spaghetti HAS to be more than one color so I clean out the red from inside the maker and put in the blue play-doh. I push down and squeeze with all of my might and the noodles ooze from the pores like water out of a faucet. What a rush. What a beautiful, “spaghetti dinner.” I decide to switch to green and I push it into the noodler’s ba...oh no...no, this just can’t be. I regretfully pressed down, as BLUE-GREEN playdoh pushes through the centimeter holes in the top, and everything was ruined.