quote:Originally posted by Lord Ms Cinnastasia:
my first memory of feeling differnt was in kindergarten. But not because of being black, becasue my mom was white and the white kids all thought I was adopted. I always thought white kids were stupid cause they couldnt fathem how a black kid could have a white mother. I'm mixed by the way.
This is very similar to my own experiece growing up except I mostly got it from the black kids. I got it from both, but mostly the black kids because that's who I hung with. I can recall my mother coming for one of our spirit days (spirit days are days where you have little fairs, play games, win prizes etc...) and two white teachers asked me flat out if she was my step mom, when i said no they said "oh you must be adopted then." My mom was crushed and I was pissed! Someone asked my sister at school yesterday if she was adopted after they saw our mom.
But my very first race-based memory would have to be in pre-k -1986. I was four years old, but i can still remember it like it was yesterday. I was the only black child in the class, everyone else was white with the exception of my best friend Gloria who was latina.I had a little play boyfriend Chris who was white and we really liked each other. I would go swimming by his house every weekend and the whole nine. One day I went over to swim and his older brother was there he told the boy, "ewwww you getting in the pool with her, she black!" I don't remember how old the brother was i would guess around middle school aged. I never went over again