September 16, 2006 0142

When I was little, I once ran over to a black man, grabbed his arm, and started rubbing it. He kneeled down, looking at me, and I reached up and rubbed my hands all over his face. My mom ran over and started frantically apologizing. He asked her "am I the first black he's seen?" My mom realized that he was. I was just amazed at his skin color.