Under about ten years old, I was an extremely shy and retiring sort of person. I mean, really. You have no idea. When I was ten, my English-born parents had saved up enough for them and my sister and I to take a trip to England - big ships each way - and we travelled around in a campervan, visiting relatives for six months. The trip was wonderful, and just what I needed to give me a bit of confidence, which continued to develop until now I am the woman you see before you.
But even in my Very Shy years, I was always rather vain about my eyes. I remember looking at myself in the mirror for the first time (as one does) and thinking the colours were wonderful. Sort of a greeny-gold with burnt sienna specks. (I knew about burnt sienna from my paint-box). I learnt in due course that other people had interesting eye colours too. Gazing into men's eyes has always been an interest of mine.
However when it came time to get my first passport, and I had to write down the colour of my eyes, I was surprised to find that you couldn't describe your eyes in detail. There was a very limited choice, and I felt quite cheated that mine were just put into the category 'hazel'. What kind of a one-size-fits-all type of thing is that? Hrumph! You could be green, blue, brown or hazel. And worse still, 'hazel' wasn't a particular colour, it just meant 'a mixture of colours'. So I was lumped in with 'blue with specks of brown', 'greyish-blue', and all the other flotsam and jetsam. Sigh.
It's so very hard to be humble when you have beautiful eyes.