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I remember the exact moment when I realized that I was color blind. I was 5 years old, My parents hadn't told me yet, but I always knew that I was different from everyone else in some way. So I was finally in school and very excited to be there. My mother had bought me Scooby Doo school supplies, a glue stick, and a backpack. I entered the room ready to make friends because my mother had kept me rather sheltered from other kids.

"They teach you bad things!" she would always snap back at me when I asked why I couldn't go outside and play with the neighborhood kids.

"But mom, I just want to be normal."

"David the only thing wrong with you is that you think that something is wrong with you."

This was my chance, I could finally have the opportunity to break free of her, to stop being part of the herd and become my own person. But what I found inside, I didn't like. The teacher told us to say our names and our favorite colors. I didn't have a favorite color, orange was the same as red, which was the same as yellow.

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