Experience: I wear purple every day

When I was five, I fell in love with my granny’s purple bedroom carpet. Every weekend, I would bring all my toys and luxuriate on it. I can still remember the exact colour: a lovely deep royal purple. Mum and Dad saw how peculiar I was with it, and when I got my own room, a year or two later, they put the same carpet in there. I was absolutely thrilled. Later, Mum bought me a Goofy jumper that had a white body with purple arms and a purple detail, and I loved it with a passion. At school, the lining of my blazer was royal purple; no one else had secret flair inside their uniform, although I used to get bullied horribly for it. I always wore purple socks and a discreet purple badge somewhere, too.

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