When I was growing up, from the time I was about two until I was thirteen, I had

 

 

in my bedroom. Not pink, not maroon, but electrifying, heated red upon which I used to lie with my feet sticking straight up in the air, bathing in the beauty of the soft red fuzzies.

 

It is the memory of the sea of red that I remember from my childhood, and that I recall whenever I encounter even a flash of red in daily life. Thus began my association with the color red...