We moved to Oregon this summer. It was a long trip, but I can't remember most of it. I remember arriving at our new house. The door was green. Dark green.
Which meant the door was not yellow.
The door had to be yellow.
I cried for a long time. Mommy tried to ask me what was wrong. How could she not know the door had to be yellow?! All doors should be yellow!
At least the door to my old apartment was.
Which meant all the other doors had to be yellow too, right?
My world was ending.