At a barbershop, around eight years old, I was waiting for my dad to get his hair done. I saw a guy sit down and he looked close enough to him, so I went over to him. And kissed his nose.
Another,
In art class, we were bringing up emotions that we felt when we saw colors and what we think of when we see the color.
i thought back to midevil time films and how all the peasents were always wearing brown. i was so happy with myself I said loudly "Hey! Poor people are brown!"
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