When I was 10 or 11 years old I bought a beautiful tie-dyed sundress from a little hippie shop down the road.
I don’t remember what I spent on it, but I do remember that it was quite a bit for that time in my life — probably my whole allowance. But I loved that dress. It was bright and cheerful, soft and flowy, and the yellows in it were like sunshine.
I also vividly remember the man who sold it told me that I was lucky, because a lot of people can’t wear the color yellow.


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