Since i've grown older, I thought i'd open up that inevitable box, of the dreaded yearbook albums, and the silly look this way and say cheese
pictures, you paid tons for!
Well, when I think back to my childhood of those days, and I see the pictures, it's two very different memories, I remember having a great time with
the kids, and it was pretty much like there was no inequality, I tend to think we were all white, as I was white.
When I see the pictures though, I was a minority of the white group, coupled with asian, japs, blacks, hispanics, and all sorts of others. It's
shocking, truly shocking that's now that I see it I see them as Black kids, or hispanic kids, or Indian kids.
What is the point in our lives, in which we notice we're all different, from a focal point, that i'm not black, or an i'm not white point of view,
or why does he talk differently from me.
I remember clearly playing duck duck goose, and when I see the picture, I never remember anything of that, I was quite a geniuine pure child
world was perfect for me.
What is it, or what is the point when everything changes, it just seems like there was this moment I can't remember when I got my personal bias'
along with the rest of you, even though you won't admit it, it doesn't make you a bad person just a person.
When did the world become a dark place we're we began hating or judging each other, is there some website I can read up on this?