As a kid, I always colored outside the lines. This wasn't because I wanted to rebel against how we were supposed to do things, but rather because I always found coloring boring and wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.
It doesn't help that I'm not exactly the most dexterous person in the world.
But for some kids, those scribbles were made for the opposite reason. They were super into what they were doing and that excitement made things a little messy. And I can only hope that those kids took that attitude into adulthood because as long as it's not hurting anybody, what one is "supposed to do" can often take a backseat to what actually makes us happy.
And I wouldn't be surprised if the people (and one chicken, since I know somebody will bring that up) we're about to meet today never stopped being that adorably enthusiastic kid.