The first time I saw a black person up close and personal was in 5th grade. My teacher. I remember I couldn't stop staring at her. And I remember thinking she must be like the people on Good Times (yes I am old) and I felt sorry for her because I thought she was poor. Soon after, my middle school was part of a busing program and we were completely integrated. I was so drawn to the different culture. The way they talked and acted. Totally different from what I had known.