I stood in my art room (the garden shed) and bent the bristles of my brushes. They were neatly arranged in colour order. Accept one brush, it was in the green section but is was the wrong colour! it was a crimson coloured brush, however when I moved it to the red section it switched to an emerald colour.
I ran out the shed and indoors to find mum. “ Get off my carpet, you’re covered in paint! Said mum. I was too painty to ever come inside so from that painty day on I lived outside permanently.