A childhood belief about general

I used to think that days of the week had colors. Whenever I would hear someone mention a day, I would envision a color. There was a vague sense of shape that went along with each color as well. Sunday was beige and shaped like a pair of eyeglasses. Monday was burnt orange and looked like a cardbord cylinder. Tuesday was translucent yellow -- I don't really remember what shape. Wednesday was a deep red or burgundy. Thursday was a translucent dark blue. Friday was black and had a bumpy texture sort of like the teeth of a comb. Saturday was a translucent teal and shaped like one of the U.S. states, maybe South Carolina or Tennessee. I have no idea what the origin of any of this synethesia was -- probably just the efforts of my developing mind as it struggled to understand such an abstract concept as time, trying to make sense of it all by attempting to create links to the more concrete visual world.