I choose my synesthesia
I am blessed/cursed with a case of synesthesia. Apparently my particular strain is known as 'grapheme-color' synesthesia; letters and numbers have colors attached to them. This is partially how I came to be good at spelling. I picture the words in my head as I spell them and they are all different colors. I can tell what letters belong in words and what don't. (There's no "i" in 'presume' because 'presume' is a purple/orange word, and "i" is a dark blue letter.) Even in writing, sentences take on a rainbow quality, every word is a certain hue: 'certain hue' as a phrase is bright yellow (from the "cer" in 'certain') fading into a crisp grey (from the "hu" in 'hue'.) I think I am not alone in this, apparently, this is the most common form of synesthesia. And it's still weird to me that other people have other ideas about the colors of different letters/numbers. In high school, my friend Zach was so convinced that 7 was red, which is just so wrong, it's hard to write it down here. (Everyone knows 7 is green, Zach!) Sample line of arguing: "Isn't it obvious! Seven is green! Seven is a lucky number, four leaf clovers are also lucky, and green, therefore, seven is green too! Duh!"
Also there is something that is harder to describe: different things have personality, and I've always made up little stories about these things. I once learned a waltz for the ukulele because a certain chord progression seemed like 2 chords were fighting over another one, and I made up a story about how they fought, and who won in the end.
Grapheme-color synesthesia has been deeply influential & has colored my world (ha ha) to no end. Everything around me has felt infused with meaning, and story. Cosy 4 and B, playful 5 and J. The darker side to all this is the fact that I always felt like a super crazy person, and didn't want to tell anyone about this, not until I was a teenager, and it was cool.