<p>I didn’t even notice people were different colors until spring of 2nd grade. I don’t know whether that was because I was innocent or painfully oblivious (still am). I mean, half my family is completely black, and half my family is completely white, but I’d never actually noticed :P.</p>
<p>Anyway, my teacher pointed out that without Martin Luther King, “xxx, xxx, xxx, xxx, lldm21, xxx, and xxx wouldn’t be in class with us today.” I looked around the classroom and it was like my blinders had been taken off.</p>