At some point between when I was born and was capable and/or conscious of making my own decisions blue became my favorite color. As with most kids I knew and their favorite colors blue became a part of who I was. Not emotionally, but actually the color itself. Bed sheets, shoes, my preferred cup to dunk Oreos in, birthday cake icing, stickers on chore charts.
My brother's favorite color was/is green. my younger sister's pink. So at Easter, at Christmas, baskets and presents were color coated so that we would know whose was whose.
Blue as a favorite color seems to have had a very integral part of my life, and frequently I find myself walking around wearing blue jeans, blue shoes, a blue shirt and a blue jacket. Needless to say, it's a bit weird.