I had a nightmare. I don't know exactly what of the color pink I became scared of but I didn't like it one bit. Maybe those few months when I was checking the closets I was scared of meeting a pig-nosed scary girl. Or maybe when I was scared of becoming her. Or maybe the color pink just reminded me of the scary dream. But whatever it was the color pink definitely changed for me. I'm not scared of that color anymore because I realized that was silly and I wasn't going to become a pig-nosed girl overnight.