The Colour Blue



This isn’t a story about how blue is my favourite colour and how it makes my world go round, however, this is about how blue has a special place in my heart, not because the diverse colour is a common favourite in my décor choices, or it makes up a fair chunk of my wardrobe. Blue is the colour of my childhood and many memories I associate with that happy time.

Some of my earliest memories almost seem blue in my mind as I raged through my early years as a pink-hating, ribbon-burning tom boy. I climbed trees in my brother’s hand-me-down denim shorts and spent hours in the pool in my blue swimming costume. I liked to eat off the blue plate (which sadly my brother did too, and so ensued a vicious battle ending with the plate being broken on me) and I liked to swing on the blue swing in our garden. I preferred to read books with blue covers, even if they had the worst pictures. And my parent’s room was a haven of blue walls, curtains and blankets, becoming a retreat from the monsters in my room at night. I would have eaten blue if there was such a thing.


In pre-school we used to have to lie on the grass and imagine shapes in the clouds amidst the sea of blue above and I revelled in that time with the breeze licking our skin and the tangy taste of oranges on our lips. Blue above also meant I could play outside and swim in the crystal blue pool which my dad cleaned on the weekends with the blue pool brush in his blue gym shorts. There was blue all around me and I loved it. I continued to surround myself with blue as I grew up, painting my walls like the blue sky with clouds, gaining blue duvet covers and even more blue clothes. It was in the title of one of my favourite songs on the radio and I was in the blue house at school. I also became a swimmer and so spent all day in blue, looking down into its depths and then peeking out to breathe in the blue outside. I even had blue eyes and so when I looked into the mirror I could swim in even more blue.

High-school changed everything. I had been forced to wear a pastel blue school dress for seven years of primary school and shedding those colours for white and navy was almost a relief. I moved to the yellow house and had also started swimming less. And my eyes turned green… Blue began to feel cold, I wasn’t the tomboy I used to be and everyone’s favourite colour was now blue. We were changing, growing up and I had to leave my childhood behind. Blue wasn’t a comfort when I looked in the mirror any more and so I too had to leave that behind with the memories.