Colors

I am three and I am pink.

As I ride on my new Barbie bike with shinny pink training wheels trying to get my golden retriever, Molly, to pull me along my porch.

As I honk my sparkly pink horn next to my handle bars.

I am fourteen and I am yellow.

Echoes everyday this week about how yellow I am.

How I am different than the other eleven students in my eight grade class.

Pain filled tears fall on my yellow skin from the hurtful words from people I use to call friends.

I am eight and I am red. 

Apples fill my head as school houses come into view.

I have decided that I want to be a teacher to help children have a great childhood.

I am fifteen and I am orange.

My first year at camp and I met my best friends, Kelly and SArah.

We all really connected at the lake right before sunset.