This world is practically just like every other... We have cars, schools, and families. All the typical things. But my world is just a little unique from the normal person. I can see something called color. I know, weird right? I see things differently from others. Life to me isn’t just black and white but full of different colors. There are: reds, yellows, oranges, greens, browns, blues, as well as black and white. I thought it was common to see color, but it seems too not be so.

    I talked to my mom one day and she said "the world is all black and white", she’d never seen red or brown or any other color. So, she took me to the doctor to see what it meant. Apparently, I have a rare thing called an imagination. Having an imagination has allowed me to see color. All my classmates think I’m weird, saying “I shouldn’t be able to see color” and “you’re just making it all up, there’s no such thing.” I swear I can see it! But contrary to all their thoughts, I love being able to see color. The world is just more fun that way. 

    The slides at school are bright red, not just gray. Everyone’s hair is various colors not just black, although some people’s hair is just black. It is honestly so cool! I never want to not see color. It makes the world more fun. Sure, I get made fun of for having an imagination, but I like it. My favorite thing about it is reading picture books. It’s so cool! The people aren’t just dressed in black and white clothes but in reds and greens and so many other colors. I never thought there could be this many. 

    When I was six, I had this friend, her name was Claire. Me and Claire hung out all the time. We would play with dolls together and ride our scooters. In addition to playing in pools and petting our neighbors’ dogs. This was all before I found out that not being able to see color wasn’t normal. One day while I was playing dolls with Claire, I said something that I guess wasn’t usual, “Hey Claire? Why don’t we give the Barbie a red dress and not a green one?”