The day was ordinary. I seven years old when I looked at the number 6. I bet you are wondering, I look at 6 all the time, I have seen that before. But have you seen a color with it? Like picture the number 6, did you see a color with it? I see yellow. Anyways, I started to bring it to my dads attention and he thought it was just my imagination. Well I grew older and it only got stronger. My dad finally took me to a psychiatrist. He was concerned with my moms death that my mind was trying to save itself. But in fact I had Synesthesia. A condition where I can look at an object, day, or month and see a color. It's become a distraction. I can’t go through regular math without my mind being distracted by colors. Yellow, blue, purple, white. My mind is drowning in colors. People asked me, oh Angelina what day is it? I say wednesday, and then all the sudden my mind snaps to black. That's the color I see with it. I am in a daze for about 5 seconds, they ask if i'm okay. I just reply yes and explain my condition. Every kid finds it so exciting to ask me if there favorite number has a color. Sometimes I go into my room and look at numbers, my mind wanders, my eyes close, and colors flood my mind. I am distracted from the cruel world in front of me. My dad walked in and found me, he told me I was going to be hypnotized. I didn’t want to lose my distraction. We arrived and my mind was dead, no distraction to help me. I go in the room and get hypnotized weird sounds ound my mind. When I awoke I felt an overwhelming fear of loneliness. Then my distraction ended for a while, my mind was blank. I went to math, and I looked at the number 6. No yellow there was no blue, purple, or white either. One year passed, I was a lifeless stock of nothing. I walk into math and my teacher said " find 6x-2." Yellow. Bright yellow! He kept saying numbers and I was more and more distracted. I held in my secret until my grave. Now marks my grave saying "yellow."