Swimming in pink all summer long, I’m reminded that, when I was a kid, my mother read me a book called The Pink Motel by Carol Ryrie Brink (of Caddie Woodlawn fame).

I don’t remember much about it besides that it concerns some kids whose family inherits a (very pink) motel and all the adventures they have their with its eccentric patrons.

What are some pink artifacts from your childhood that you remember?