We’ve always found it very jarring, hearing each other’s colours. On a family car trip to Queensland when we were about five years old we spent a good couple of hours with our mum going “what colour is the word Queensland? What colour is the word apple?”. The three of us saw different colours and textures for each and we spent hours arguing over who was right. Our dad and our brother didn’t say a thing. For years we assumed it was just their boy brains.