I used to think colors had all different meanings. Red was anger, orange was the peak of a sunset, yellow was a banana, green was a clover on St. Patrick’s day, blue was the sky or even the ocean, purple was a plum, pink was a heart on Valentine’s day, black was the night sky, white was shiny pearls, and brown was mud. Now that I’ve grown a bit, I don’t think of those colors like I used to. For example, I used to think black was gothic, but that’s just because my childhood was filled with all different kinds of colors. Now, black is chic and cool. I would say it’s one of my favorite colors. I always loved bright, flashy tones, and I still do but now. If I had to choose, I would gravitate towards pastel and light colors.

I feel almost as if I’m losing my childhood touch. When I was little, my room used to be hot pink – barbie pink. Now, it’s grey. When I was little, my curtains used to be teal. Now, they’re grey. When I was little, I used to have a comforter with all different colors: purple, teal, pink. Now, it’s light pink.

I wish I still saw colors the same as I did when I was younger so I could keep a piece of my childhood with me.