Personal Narrative: My Experience Difference

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The first time that I experience difference was when I was in elementary school. I was eight years old and I was the only African American student in the entire school. The mass amounts of students were Caucasian. I always noticed the difference between me and my other classmates skin pigmentation, but I never really cared. Until my class went outside for recess one day and the game that we voted to play was kickball. Well my best friend was captain for one of the teams so I knew I was going to be picked first, but that didn’t happened. In fact I wasn’t picked at all, of course after the game I went to ask him why didn’t he pick me? He said it was because his dad said he couldn’t be friends with a nigger no more. I asked him what was that and he said me. …show more content…

All I knew was that he said we could be friends. After school I went to my mom in whaling tears to inform her about my tragic day of loosing my best friend. After I told her this she sat me down and explain to me what a nigger was. Honestly I heard my cousins call each other that so I thought it was a something good until my mom told me what it meant. I always knew I was different but it wasn’t until that day. I still remember it like it was yesterday, after that day we never played with each other again. Now that I am reminiscing about the situation I am shocked that my mom didn’t cause a ruckus at the school or at least investigate. This experience altered my thinking into judging people. Even though I am black I assumed that most black people were ignorant and scary because of the TV shows that I saw like boys in the hood and Menace to society. At the time I felt very upset not because I was discriminated against but because I couldn’t play with my best friend

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