When I was very little everything had a color or sound associated with it. I actually thought it was that way for everyone. Like the sound of my mother's name will always be yellow, but the word Mom was sky blue. I could see it all around her at times. My brother is black (not in a negative sense) and dark red, occasionally forest green. My mother used to play the piano at night and the sounds were all colored too, but moved fast like flowing water of all colors. Hard to explain.

Sometimes when I let myself not think about a specific person, but they're on my mind, I still see the colors for them and their names. I still sometimes see them with harmonies. I just can't actually try. Usually it catches me by surprise. Again, hard to describe.

It was shocking to find out I was a weirdo for seeing things like that, so I suppressed it. Maybe my mind just grew past it; you know, I became too self aware, too self-conscious, something. Now I over think everything.

I don't know if that is synesthesia or not. Just memories. I miss it.