Invariably, adults ask kids they’ve just met the same three questions.
1. What’s your name
2. How old are you
3. What’s your favorite color
The answers to the first two are usually easy. But the color one. Nearly every adult asked me what was my favorite color and frankly, I wasn’t sure. I popped off a different answer every time, usually whatever came to mind. I watched for cues. But no answer mattered more than any other. No one looked surprised or disapprovingly or laughed or used any answer to take the discussion in an interesting direction. In fact, usually there was never any response, which made me wonder why they wanted so much to know. Apparently this was adult small talk with small people (read: patronizing). But, fact was, so many adults asked what my favorite color was that it seemed that I should have a ready, honest answer. That would mean making a decision.
So I put myself to the task. Returning home from some family event where once again I was asked by an adult I didn’t know what my favorite color was, I set about deciding.
I started by taking a seat at the dining room table and dumping out a box of 64 Crayola Crayons, the handiest and widest assortment of manipulatable colors available to me.
Being about 5 years old at the time, I cannot provide an exact account today. But my process was one of elimination. The first to go was my most hated color – Sea Green. I still despise it. After that I don’t know how it went exactly, but I’d guess that I made both swift and carefully considered adjudications. Midnight Blue was right up there as a finalist.
In the end it was between Violet Red and Red Violet. Forget what the colors were composed of; one more red, the other more purple. I plumbed my feelings to elicit which one really appealed to me the most.
So next time and every time after that when an adult I didn’t know asked I could with all clarity say that my favorite color is Violet Red.
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