Yes, I was blind for an entire week, for an entire week of my life I saw blackness.  And my memory began to fail.  You couldn’t have asked me the colour of yellow, what it looked like, because I wouldn’t have remembered during that week. 

Or things like how to describe the poppies which grow in the park.  (Actually, I don’t think that they’re poppies, but you probably know the ones I’m talking about.)  But do you want to know something funny?  What colour was plain for me to see? 

I remember that black magpie which used to sit behind the trailer at the entrance to the park.  Remember that bird? …it was huge.  Remember how it used to scare me when we walked by late at night?  Well, the colour of that magpie is what I remember the most.  I hid inside of that ugly black bird for almost a week...