I remember when I met Charlie. He was cool, and he had some awesome toys that we both loved to play with. It never dawned on us that is would be bad to be friends, until I brought him to my house one day. I knew I was black, and he was white, but I didn't see why we couldn't be friends because of it.
I remember the strange looks my parents gave us while we played a video game in the living room. It was like I had brought home some sort of strange stray animal, instead of just my friend from school.