My favorite color, when I was a little kid, was red–as in bright, bright, bright fire-engine red.
And all my life, if somebody asked me, “What is your favorite color?”, I’d say “Red.”
Then I discovered a scientific paper that said most people liked red the best when they were children. When they were children? Do you mean I get to make a different choice now that I’m grown up?
Yes, you do get to re-think your favorite color, whenever you want to. You get to re-decide how hard you want to party. You get to re-decide whether or not to have kids.
You get to re-decide whether you want to grab every opportunity to travel to some exotic spot on this planet. That’s one I’m right now re-thinking myself.
I love the person I was as a little kid. I love her boldness, her curiosity, the idealistic way she expected the best from every single person she happened to meet.
But she, who loved freedom more than almost anything else, would be the last person to want me enslaved to her choices.
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1 Anonymous // Apr 7, 2004 at 1:33 pm
Awwww… Cute! Yes, you should offer her your supreme respect by following her wishes to be whatever, where ever, and whenever. One of the perks of this life is the ability to choose. Red was my favorite “flavor” as a child: Big Red, red jello, red vines, red sailor suits trimmed in navy blue.
I expect I have gone fully round the color wheel by now, just narrowly escaping the purple phase and all its lilac, lavender, and iris hues, past the Amber glows (for which I named my daughter in ’71,) now into: the full spectrum. What do you suppose that means? Perhaps I am at an end of this journey, having crammed every color in I possibly could.
I now find myself soothed by soft hints as I recline upon beige cream and pink champagne blush, in my dotage.