A story about the color that grew on me. A run down of each color and what it means to me and the way I feel. The story gives my honest opinion about the colors and how I feel. 

     When I was little, colors imprinted into my mind as my teacher taught them to me. Blue, pink, purple and orange, stuck out like a sore thumb in my mind. When I got home my mind roamed about the gorgeous colors that were pounded into my head. I repeated them, over and over again until I fell asleep in the midst of night. The next day I walked into the blue painted halls. I felt satisfied knowing the walls were blue, and not orange nor green. The door painted brown wasn’t the best color in the world, but yet I loved to look at it endlessly. I adhered to my red seat, loving the color.

     A boy walked over, asking me my favorite color. I sat there, shocked. I never thought about my favorite. I sat there thinking of colors until I saw one vividly. Pink I answered. He walked away and whispered “what a girly color” and took his seat. I did not understand at first. But as I grew, more colors developed in my mind. I finally learned what he meant at the age of ten. A girly color. He told me that the colors that I loved should be separated. Boy colors and girl colors. He told me pink was for girls and blue was for boys. I grew to love the color blue, does that make me boyish? Does loving the color purple make a boy girlish? We live in a world were even colors can’t be loved by a certain gender. So, blue will be for the boys and pink will be for the girls, until someone can see the real beauty of the colors I learned to love.

     Red. A word that rolls of the tongue. Beautiful.  My growing mind desired the emotions that came along with the color. Red makes me feel the love that I don’t have yet, but long for. The color red hangs in my mind like a plant hanging out of it’s pot. Red craves more water as it grows. It needs a dependant variable. Red comes in all shapes in sizes, well I should say shades. Candy apple red, cardinal, carmine, and many more. I don't want a love, candy apple red, nor cardinal. When I grow like shades of colors, I want simple red. Plain red. The primary color my teacher taught.  The love I want is as beautiful is plain red. Nothing more, nothing less. The love I hope to soon have will be as extravagant as ordinary red.

     Next is the thing that makes up 7 percent of my body. Blood, blood red. The blood I contain gives me life like water to a plant. Blood red courses through my veins giving me the power I hope to have one day. Blood red reminds me of me, and the job I hope to have. I hope to save people, giving them more life. Getting knife to touch skin giving operations they need to survive. This color sticks out in my growing mind of shades. This color is what I am and who I long to be.

    Orange. The creativity of mine is put up to stand when the color orange invades my mind. It starts with a single sentence to tie a phrase to a story that comes to life, more vividly than orange. The sentence, I day dream about is highlighted in orange giving the sentence more sparks than what you see during the Fourth Of July. Without orange, my stories would be gray. Having no life or expression. I give thanks to orange, being that is gives me the mind to write stories I hold close to my heart. So once again, thank you orange for passing me creativity many pray to have.

    I saved the best orange for last, tangerine. This color I think about when I can’t fall asleep. The color tangerine is almost a reference to my childhood. The day that I learned to put people before myself. I was faced with a delicious tangerine before my deep brown eyes. I was 7. I sat outside on the sunny day giving me glimpses of yellow. My grandma sighed and smiled as she held my hand tight enough giving me more yellow, but that’s not the point. I asked her why she didn’t have a brightly colored tangerine. She responded with “That’s the last one.” My grandma loves the food and colors orange and tangerine. My tiny mind just learned the mighty tangerine, even though it’s been in front of me for a while. I gave up my new highly desired color to give to my grandma. My grandma kissed me and praised me. I loved her so much I would give up tangerine.

This one is simple. Straightforward yellow was the way to go for me and my emotions. Yellow represented the joy in my life and the sunshine. In my life these two things were connected with a bridge giving me endless joy. The color tangerine associates with yellow. That day, the love my grandma shined on me was stronger than any sunshine anyone has ever seen. The sunshine she gave me, gave me hope. I refer back to it all the time. I held onto that sunshine, never daring to let it slip from my grips. The color yellow is strong. Many people think it’s a unlovely color, but in fact it is lovely. The color yellow represents more than just the word that comes out of the mouth. It represents the joy, and the sunshine placed in my heart.

    The mind. The most beautiful thing that anyone has to offer. Not the face or the features imprinted on ourselves. Green represents growth. My Mind grows with color and phrases I crave to learn. I breath in more green everyday as I walk the halls of school learning more things I never knew I could know. Thinking of green is like coming up for fresh air; being able to see the things I have missed out on for a long while. Mint is like eating the lovely green ice cream one used to call “I cream.” The color itself is gorgeous and makes me feel safe. When I learn more shades of green I feel like I’m consuming beauty like the way I would eat chocolate chip mint ice cream.

     Mint is special. Not the typical green. It just has a hint of something. Something like blue. I want to be mint. I want to be unique and be a mixture of colors I learned from such and early age. I strive to be mint, but have a mixture of every color  in my life.

     This color hold my heart tighter than a scared baby hold onto a mother finger. Blue is my favorite color, not because it's aesthetically pleasing, but the emotions that run through my mind. The wisdom in blue seeks for me. I cross my fingers I will grow up loving blue, and turning fragments of my mind blue. I hope to rain wisdom on people who need it. I hope to answer people’s questions. And I hope I’m looked up to. I hope I will be as important to someone as blue is for me. I love blue the most because meanings are endless with blue. But nothing is as great as the wisdom that I beg to learn from the people around me. I hope one day the tables will turn and I’ll be giving the wisdom. I hope one day I will be known as well as the blue sky that stands before me.

    The last thing that will be spoken for blue is short and sweet. This section is what I beg to have in my future. I hope to have a baby boy wrapped in the blue sheets from the hospital, not because he’s a boy; but because he will take after his mother full of blue. I pray to have sapphires around my neck to show how hard I worked for my life to be as great as blue. And lastly, I hope that my life will be as cool as electric blue.

    The mixture of plain red, and the color that has a place in my heart. Together combined gives what I want in my husband that again I long to have. I hope that he does not care that purple is “supposed” to be for girls. I hope that he sees the colors that I have learned to love as the colors who represent me wholey. I hope for him to see the beauty in all colors. I will wish him the best, giving him only the brightest colors in my spectrum. I cross my fingers that he will see extraordinary colors like, plum, teal, magenta and more. I hope he can see every color between orange through purple giving him a better look on life. Purple is the best of both worlds. I hope he will be full of the love, unselfishness, joy, and beauty, I grant him with my wisdom.

    When you mix the colors that make me who I am, you get black. Black is the darkest color I know. Even though it’s not as beautiful as blue it dazzles me making me feel everlasting. When you mix red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple you get power. Not the bad kind, the kind everyone needs. So once you  see the beauty in colors, you will not see them as boyish or girlish. You will see them as something that represents a person. Something that makes a person unique. And once you understand you will see black, giving you the power you didn’t know existed before.