Short Stories Part Two.

I remember when I was young, my school uniform was gray.

When I was 19, I loved the colour gray SO much I wore only that colour for one whole year! I only stopped because my Mum begged me to.

Now I am older, I still love gray, but I mix it up. It is my favourite colour.

It is strange how things like music can bring you straight back in time, to a nice or a bad event or season.

Recently as I drove to work, around the corner from my home, I noticed a beautiful coloured car. It stood out for all the other cars in my Town.

I carried on driving, and each time I saw that, I loved it, but I wondered why.

One day recently, as I saw it again, it suddenly dawned on my where I had seen the colour before. It was the colour or similar colour of the Anglia car that my Mum had bought brand new, when I was in my teens.

Back then, the colour was nothing special, but now to me it is special. There are not many cars with that colour. This car, I don’t know what make it is, but it seems a richer version of the old Anglia car.

To me it is beautiful. And just how music can bring you straight back, this beautiful coloured car, did just that.