When I went to buy ice cream with my brother from the local shop the sand went through my sandals and between my toes.
While walking I traced my hand over all the fences. They were dusty from all that sand and car pollution. My grandmother always told me not to do so. But I did. I traced my fingers over the fences until they were numb.
In the backyard we had trees. It looked like a little forest. Or a park. Park with pine trees.
And behind a chainlink fence there was a chicken yard. I used to find snails and push them through the little holes in the fence to feed the chickens. We had a lot of yellow snails.
And the memories that I have from my childhood, in that garden of ours, are all yellow. The sun was yellow, and my dress was yellow and the long bench we had and where I once sat on a bee and got stung right in my bum, was yellow too.
Yellow was my favourite colour, the colour of daffodils when they blossomed during my birthday in May. Yellow was my favourite colour until my brother told me that yellow is the colour of pee.
Then I moved on to green.
He couldn't ruin that one for me because somehow, sometime, somewhere, we had grown up and for some reason nobody asked you what your favourite colour was anymore...
Green is beautiful. But still, when I sleep, then suddenly the whole world is yellow again and I am standing under an apple tree, my brother is standing right next to me, and we both say: "apelsiiiiiiin" while our mother takes a picture of us.
apelsin* (orange)
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