Last year I spent some time reflecting on my childhood and education as part of a course I was taking, and I came to realize how privileged I was to grow up in a multicultural neighborhood. Many of my friends through school and beyond have been from varying races, religions, cultures. The neighbors on my street where I live, not far from where I grew up, represent many different areas of the world. How lucky I am to have grown up accepting and believing that we are all equal, we all have the same basic wants, needs, desires, goals and dreams. We are all a part of the human race, and only in our outward appearance do we really differ. I feel sorry for those who cannot seem to see this, because when we cannot accept others, it means we really cannot accept ourselves.