Writing challenge, Day 18: your favorite color and why

Waaay back when I was a wee li'l boy kid, my favorite color was red. I don't know why. Red just appealed to me, I guess. My older brother Mark always seemed to like blue. If anyone gave us something, Mark got a blue one and I got a red one. It was like that for a long time.

At some point, I started liking other colors; blue and purple among them. Interesting choices because if you mix blue and red, you get purple. When all is said and done, I liked almost any color except yellow. I don't know why that is. Yellow is a bright, happy color; it's the color of bananas (which I love), and it was one of the colors of my much admired RTD buses here in the greater Los Angeles area. Sometimes you just have to let a mystery remain a mystery.

For the sake of the Writing Challenge, I'll say that red is still my favorite color. My hair is actually a shade of red/brown, though nowadays there's less of that and more gray. Red is exciting; it has fun written all over it. I like to go fast; red is speed. But when you get all caught up in the excitement and speed of red, it's a light or a sign of the same color that brings you to a halt. Good time to catch your breath and get ready for more.

Some people say that I look good in red. At the risk of patting myself on the back hard enough to get a bruise, I will agree.

Next time, I'll own up to five fears that I have. You think a guy who rides those crazy roller coasters fears nothing? Think again...