Somewhere between the ripe ole ages of 3 and 5, I had my first philosophical thought. Does my little sister see colors the same way I do? I couldn't imagine anyone actually liking the color blue better then red. I mean really! Red is way better then blue.
That was the moment I decided that what she saw as blue, I saw as red. Order was restored to my world and I went back to playing house, happily giving her the blue/red cup. (I also decided that my baby sister's favorite color was green, since she couldn't know any better. Besides red and blue were already taken.)
Sincerely, from that moment on I'd pretty much assumed that my siblings and I all saw colors (among other things) differently. E's blue was my red and vice versa. It explained a lot - believe me. As it turns out, I was wrong. We all see colors exactly the same. Want scientific proof? Here you go:
That was the moment I decided that what she saw as blue, I saw as red. Order was restored to my world and I went back to playing house, happily giving her the blue/red cup. (I also decided that my baby sister's favorite color was green, since she couldn't know any better. Besides red and blue were already taken.)
Sincerely, from that moment on I'd pretty much assumed that my siblings and I all saw colors (among other things) differently. E's blue was my red and vice versa. It explained a lot - believe me. As it turns out, I was wrong. We all see colors exactly the same. Want scientific proof? Here you go:
A Rose by Any Other Name Would Look as RedNow I have to come up with another explanation for why my sisters and I are so different. My younger sister is an herbalist in the UK and my baby sister is studying horticulture. Regardless of what my mother says, I don't see any similarities.
Human brains seem to calibrate color vision against a standard, making up for differences in eye hardware.(via Inkling)