Pain on the Playground

Pain in the playground is an important night, and in the summer of 2001, I had an incident that made all of my life feel sad. At the beginning of the day, the routine is as normal as any other day. I got up, went out of bed, entered the kitchen, enjoyed the cereal bowl, wore sneakers, and went to the playground across the street. When I entered the playroom that day, I completely forgot what happened. Until the summer evening, the pain was only four letters in my mind.

When I saw one of my friends who was raising an African American boy just before the election, he was trying to play in Minneapolis's playground, he was avoided by white children approaching him I said, overwhelming pressure. This is not the first time she saw a child with a single color excluded in her child, game group - this is a refusal that the white parents of the waiter did not notice or challenge . When she talked about her son's experience in the playground, I wanted to imagine that I would be a "good" white parent. But I doubt it very much. I may tell myself that I could not see what I saw, so I do not need to understand what I should do.

As a child, we are promoting BFF in the playground just to solve painful friendship in youth. Our living was concentrating on negligence, sitting next to the classroom, suddenly became the ocean of work promise, date, extracurricular activities. We regard friendship as the foundation of our young life, but you can see that things have changed during adulthood, people's change and friendship are embarrassing. This is difficult. It can be separated. Especially when it is most important. Last summer, I faced the most test time so far in my life so far. My friends gathered around me with a distracting attention and a dinner day filled with important information about "I am here, I am thinking about you". I soon found a number of friends I need and a friend I do not need at all. But do not wait for catastrophic events. Do not make your friendship a series of interactions on social media