What Color was that Girl's Dress

Two girls named A and B are recalling an old story together. They get into this discussion about a picture hanging on the wall on one of the staircase landings in their elementary school. A picture of a girl picking flowers in front of a deep sunset.

A says, " Oh how nostalgic! You're talking about the picture of the girl in the pretty yellow dress, right?"
but then B says,
"No, the dress she was wearing was red, just like the sunset!"

"No, it was yellow!"

"No it was definitely red!"

"Alright, then why don't we go see for ourselves?"

Then the two of them, filled with excitement, reached the old, nostalgic school building.

What color was that girl's dress?

It didn't have a color. It was just black and white picture. The dress that dark silhouette wore was scribbled completely black, yet in their memories, both bickering girls were sure that the dress in the picture had a color.

See?

Human memories are too vague, thinking something has color when it doesn't, making things more dramatic than they really are, glorifying things, it gives new, greater meaning than what was actually there.