More Colors, Memories, And Jackets

Good question. Do I really want to become rich and famous? Who would mind being rich? Famous, eh. It seems like a hassle. But I would like to be a respected author. Respected by whom? I guess I'm not sure what I want yet.

I remember this one afternoon a few years ago, when the sun was setting, the sky and even the air around me was pink. Honestly, it was like my eyes were pink and the clouds were pink and when I held out my hands in front of me they were pink too. It was really cool. I noticed it while I was inside and looked out my window and saw nothing but pink. I went out to my backyard and just stood there, kind of trying to absorb or bathe in the pinkness.

Also, today I was standing in my room, and I looked out my window and noticed just how many different colors were present at the same time. I noticed the green of the grass and the trees, but those greens weren't the same; the green in the trees was lighter, like bright plastic green; the green in the grass was darker, like an earth tone. For someone who's job isn't to inspect color, it's nice to notice them.

Finally, my jacket story. Actually, the right word for it is dilemma; it's really my jacket dilemma.

In fourth grade, I always wore the same jacket. It was a black hooded jacket that fit me slightly too big. I don't what kind of material it was made of, but when it rubbed together, it was like sandpaper. The lining of the jacket was soft polyester and had planets and stars on it. It was supposed to be reversible, but I never wore the polyester side out because: for one, it was a little embarrassing to dress in neon planets and stars, and, more importantly, because the sand paper side would have rubbed my skin raw.

Anyway, I wore that jacket nearly everyday. Part of the reason I wore it so much was because I was afraid I smelled because I didn't use deodorant yet (note: did not reach puberty until seventh grade), but, more practically, because it was a warm jacket for the cold mornings. I don't remember what happened to that jacket. I think I lost it. But ever since, I've never had a jacket that I found so comforting. It may sound strange, but I wish I had a certain jacket that I wore all the time. Like an identity, you know? Some people have certain things that are exclusively them, like their hair, or their cologne. I want my thing to be an all-weather jacket. Warm and comfortable and always on me.