When I was very little my favorite color was pink. Every possible shade made my small heart jump with joy and excitement. As I got older I relized the color pink was for baby’s and it wasn’t cool to be so girly. Now I was in love with blue, blue for the ocean and blue for boys. I would climb trees and play in the mud just like them. Eventually the blue morphed into teal. I wasn’t ready to embrace the younge frillyness of pink again, but by this time I wanted to be noticed by the boys as something other than one of them. Slowly but surely my tealish blue began to turn, no, to mix with the pink I once adored. They combined to form a perfect balance. One shade didn’t overpower the other but they worked together in harmony to form a perfect purple. When I close my eyes I see myself staring in my purple world, my world where I have found myself in precious, purely peaceful and perfect, purple