We Are All People

I grew up in the deep South (U.S.A.) and most of my family was highly racist. The school system I was in was predominately white, I didn't even know there was another skin color until I got into middle school. I remember my first day home from middle school I asked my parents how some of the other kids got so sun burned and it didn't hurt them. When they asked what I meant I said, "well there are kids there who are as white as me, then kids with tans, and then there are a lot of kids who are brown or even black. How did they get so sun burned?"
They sat me down and explained how there are different natural skin colors other than white and people other than Americans. And even at that early age, they tried to teach me to basically stay away from anyone who wasn't white and American. I remember sitting there listening to what they were saying but something inside of me was telling me that it was wrong. I was always a friendly kid so the next day at school I introduced myself to some of my classmates, regardless of color, and started making friends. It was all very interesting and fun for me because other kids talked different ways, listened to different music, liked different foods, and I loved getting to know them. When my birthday would roll around every year I would try to invite all my friends over, but if they were another color or spoke another language, my parents wouldn't let them be invited. I always felt horrible when I couldn't invite all my friends, but they were never mad at me thankfully because it wasn't my fault. I honestly do not give one thought as to whether someone is black, white, Mexican, German, Chinese, Japanese, or anything else, what I pay attention to is their personality and how they are as a friend.
YoungandFree93 YoungandFree93
18-21, M
May 22, 2012