If Yellow Were Blue

By Anonymous

If, when my teeth looked a checkered board and my legs were too short to touch the floor from my car seat, everyone told me yellow was blue, I would believe them. I would point at the sky and say “yellow!” and point at the sun and say “blue!” I’m not stupid, no, that is not the word… but I would believe. Wouldn’t you?

If, perhaps, when my teeth looked a white tiled floor and my legs were long enough to press the pedal from the driver’s seat, someone told me yellow was blue, I’d know not to believe.

Not stupid, no, that is not the word…  

And yet.

Do I get to forget? Will I always see

A Cerulean Sun? A Yellow Sea?