What's your favorite color? That's a question posed to children of all ages on a daily basis. It's a conversation starter, a way to break the ice when meeting new young people. Teachers ask it over and over in Kindergarten. In fact I remember watching as a kindergarten teacher sat her students down in a circle and then took turns rolling a playground ball to her charges. As each student grabbed the ball with their small hands they would call out their name followed by their favorite color.
I'm Betsy! My favorite color is black!
Yes, that really happened. Even though Betsy was adorned from head toe in pink she was harboring a secret love for the color black.
My nephew, Michael, never liked that kind of game. He would often complain about having to choose one color over all the others.
I don't like one color, he would say. I like all the colors!
We suggested just picking one for the sake of the exercise but that didn't sit well.
I can't, he would respond. I like all the colors!
Fifteen years later he's in art school, a place where he can work with all his favorite colors on a daily basis.
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