To me, colors are very important in my life. I would really like to have a colorful life other than a black and white one. From when I was younger, when my mom bought something from the market for my sister and I, I will always pick first because I think colors really matters. If a thing is in a very ugly color, I will automatically thinks it is ugly. But if the same thing has another better color, I wouldn't think its ugly at all. My room is very colorful. The walls are purple. My bed is pink, my carpet is white and I have lots of other decorations in many different colors. Colors also change my mood. If I see grey, I will feel really sad. And if I see red or pick I get really excited. And I feel really happy when I see purple since it is my favorite color, and when I see blue I feel calm and happy. Sounds and music also can change my mood. If I listen to some happy and inspiring songs, I will feel happy. But when I listen to sad, slow songs, I get sad or calm. In stories or poems, if they describe the item or situation in many sensory details, such as the color and the shape and the sound that it makes, then I can really picture the item or the feeling that the narrator is trying to describe. I am a very imagery person, so if I start to picture the item, situation, or feeling out, I feel like I can really see or feel like the narrator.