I should have known that this fiery color would have been one of your favorites. It has always been a part of you.
Your first Christmas, at the ripe old age of 6 months, you were often refereed to as the little Dutch boy. Your cheeks were bright and rosy. You sometimes reminded me of a clown when you showed your toothless grin.
As the months progressed, this color truly became a part of you. Your legs became flushed and hot to the touch from the evil grip of eczema. The multitude of lotions and creams we used to soothe your chubby legs looked like snow atop a scarlet field. The fire soon faded and we have been able to keep eczema at bay.
Other things throughout the years have led me to believe that you have more than one favorite color.
You used to love Elmo. So much so that I bought you not one, but three extra special ones. Your favorite was the Elmo who sang the hokey pokey. Not the one dressed like a chicken.
The color of your favorite jacket with the monster truck is not that of a lemon. It shines like a fire truck.
Your favorite blanket is covered with Spider Man. The only thing possibly golden about him is his personality.
When the decision of what flavor of Kool-aid I should make is yours to make, you choose cherry or tropical punch. Not lemonade, as one would suspect by the color of it's envelope.
You might claim that yellow is your favorite color, and has been for years, but is it your only favorite color?
Prompt~ Give me a memory of the color red. Do not write the word 'red' but use words that engender the color red when you hear them.
Concrit always welcome