Red was my first favorite color. It was bold, vibrant and stood out. In my box of eight fat crayons I choose the red. I colored red hair, red trees, red grass and even red houses. I wanted red shoes and a red dress but mom said little girls don’t wear red or black for that matter. I would have to wait until I was sixteen. Why I wondered, so I asked. Because they attract men, they are for fast and loose girls. So red wasn’t my favorite color any more.
Green was nice, but not nice enough. I heard it was the color of envy. Yellow, yellow kiss a fellow. Yellow looked like pee and that just couldn’t be the color for me. Blue was a dominate hue. I liked blue but so did my sister too. Orange I did consider but really it was almost like red. It was a bit too bold that orange was. How about brown or black? No, they were ugly what did I know I was but five going on six.
Purple bold, dark and the color of royalty, yes purple will be my favorite color. I got a purple dress and my aunt told me purple was my color. Purple was nice but pink was pew-cky. I got a box of sixty-four crayons and inside I found periwinkle. I found the best color of them all and hid my periwinkle crayon so no one would use it up. I still love my purple and I let pink hang out with it now and then.
Purple is a subdue color, soft and unassuming. Quiet, gentle and hides in the shadow. Growing up I had a purple personality. Sweet, quiet and bashful was I. I wonder if I grew up with red as my favorite color would I have been bold, loud and strong. I became loud, bold and a bit mean when I was in my teens. I was even disrespectful as teens can be. When I matured I was subdue, private and respectful. I was dependable and helpful. I was periwinkle soft and unique. I stayed away from red my whole life. I think I was afraid of it.
Now as the clock ticks to the midnight hour I kind of like my deep dark purple. I like the secret allure even though I tell of my pass demons and horrors. Did I really live a red life pretending it was purple? I wore black all the time still do, grey and brown too, I’m a New Yorker that’s what color we wear. I wear purple often but I hardly ever wear red. I don’t buy red clothes and I didn’t wear red until I was in my forties. I wonder if I could be a red person, bold and vibrant with attracting powers.
I embellished this story a bit
© Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 02/20/14