I saw a very pink bicycle on the streets and immediately remembered the girl I shared a classroom with at my secondary school: she had been hiding in my head for years, deep down the complex brain structures we all carry. I found her under the letter P for Pink.
Everything about her was Pink. She wore pink shirts, pink trousers, and wore (years ahead of her time, but we didn't realise that back then) leggings with pink roses, had pink elastic bands in her hair, had her nails painted in pink, had pink blushed cheeks, and had reddish / ginger like hair which was a huge colour clash with all her pink clothes.
Her backpack was pink. Her pen holder was pink. Her calendar (you know, real books to write in, pre-smartphone era) was pink. Her pencils were pink with purple (whoa!) feathers at the end. Notebooks: pink. And very very hip and awesome back then were 'gel pens', she used them in - yes, you guess right - pink, with glitters.
Unfortunately, for her, we all had to wear the same sports clothing during gym class, and it was blue. Dark blue shorts with a lighter blue shirt on top of it. She was not the most 'elegant' sports person (I don't mean to bash her, I was probably worse), she moved uncomfortably, tripped over her own feet, that sort of thing. But that was not why we all noticed her during gym class. No, it was the blue clothes. They didn't match her, her pink legs seemed extra pink coming out of the blue shorts, only her pink socks and pink gym shoes looked like they were a good match for her.
While I wrote this piece, in 2008, yes, I've been blogging for that long (and longer!), I had a colleague carrying the same name as 'The Pink Girl'. The name was special, not one you hear often, and even ten years later I have not ever heard the name again, except for The Pink Girl and that colleague. Still, the name was not the trigger for remembering this girl from my class. No, it was a pink bicycle that in the end triggered my memories of her. The pink frame of the bicycle was the exact same pink as the pink the girl from my class would love and probably still loves.
Our brains work in mysterious ways.
Fun fact: the pink in my thumbnail is #ff3366, a colour I used in pretty much all my personal websites I ever created. The pink of the girl I mentioned is more of a #ffc0db.
'Life is an anecdote' is my blockchain notebook with (hopefully) timeless little stories and observations from daily life. I used to write stories like these for years in Dutch, and am challenging myself to write similar short stories in English on Steemit.
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