One silly story

So, i am now trying to develop my language skills. Lets say in English!
Therefore, amoung other things i have to produce english writen material.
So it occured to me that i can do it here, since nobody reads it :)

Here it goes my first story:

A long, long, time ago in a small village of a rich country a baby was bourn. We can call him Sugar. In sugar's country collours were very important. They were the way people could guide themselves in life. So, in early ages Sugar learned the importance of the two basic collours: Black and White.
Black is forbiden. You don't do ever. You run away from black.
White is what you are suposed to be and to do.
To understand this, no one needs to be smart, but Sugar was a smart and tender child. Very white.
And years passed.
Sometimes, when Sugar was already a teenager, and listened to some adult conversation he felt the impression that something new was hapenning. It was like if there was a diferent light in the air when certain person was speaking. Or a diferent collour. Was that possible?
Was that possible a diferent way of see the world, a diferent way of having a family dinner, a diferent way to celebrate birthdays? Was there a positive alternative to white?
Sugar tried to investigate. But it become very hard since the people he knew did't like to talk about collours. Except black and white.
So he decided to went on a journey to other cities and countries in order to find diferent collours.
As a result he found many people with diferent collours: yellow, blue, green, red, violet, pink and so on. And many white people. He came back home with all those influences and he was no more a pure white man.
But Sugar did't know that it was like the sun you get in your skin in the summer. If you don't get sun every day after summer your skin will get clear. In other words he forgot to feed his collors and a couple of years latter he was a white man has he was in the begining.