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Feeling The Green
March is the month of green. Soon, St. Patrick’s Day will be upon us, the international day of green. And Keeley Schroder posed the following question in her list of prompts for March:
What does green mean to you?
Never one to shy away from a prompt, let’s talk about what green means to me.
Green and I have a love/hate relationship. Let’s start with hate first. My mother’s favourite colour was green. My mother’s favourite child was any child but me. Mostly her natural-born son, but also pretty much anyone else too.
She often dressed me in green. Apparently, my brown hair and fair skin worked well with it. I hated green. I had a green turtleneck when I was 6. It made me feel like I was choking.
In school, I was forced to do arts and crafts. I am not crafty. I don’t like glueing stuff to other stuff. Even as a kid, it felt like a pointless endeavour. Why couldn’t they just let me read a book?
Nope, I had to be in the Christmas Craft Club. It wasn’t a club. Clubs are entered into voluntarily. This “club” was everyone in the school from grades 3–6 making cheesy holiday crap.
Red and green, all of it was red and green. Oh and cotton balls. But, endless…
