One of the first things that was taught in boot camp was basic hygiene. I thought the drill instructors were joking when they explained what toothpaste was and the motions used to brush your teeth. I took it for granted that everyone else was as lucky as I had been to be born into a loving family.
I don't have a favourite colour, I just love colour. I love how green is really various amalgamations of like twenty different colours that all kind of suck, but the complexity of how they come together in nature is beautiful. I love to hate on yellow, I love how white is everything and nothing all at once, I love how black makes everything else pop. I love the mellow, clear simplicity of red, and the harsh complexity of blue, how utterly piecing the many, many variants can be. That's what makes it beautiful.