No, not submarines, but rather walls. The walls of my childhood, in fact. A soft, buttery yellow, if memory serves - and hey, there aren't any pictures to say otherwise, so... 

I also recall that I hated those walls, that color. And I mean serious hate. That paint color became such a fixation that I can remember it even today. Not only did I not get to pick out the new color for my own room, but I. had. to. paint. it. myself. 

I mean, seriously? 

Pure torture for me as an angry seven to ten year old. Because what I remember is the color rather than the specific when. I do know it was before I was in fifth grade, which puts me at nine, at the oldest. No, I was/am not gifted. I turned ten while in fifth grade. The cut off date was just later way back when... ...

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