The first time I remember noticing the of skin was when the first ever black family moved in to town. They were four brothers that came to our school, and even though I didn’t know them that well and none of them were in my grade, it was still my first time noticing how different skin colour really can be. They were the talk of the town, most likely because everyone notice them when they walked down the street.
I wondered how life would be different for them with in this small white town, there dad was the head of police in our town, and I could not imagine feeling so different with a small town. I remember my grandparents always talking about them running everywhere because they lived close to each other and they were always going by, but they never brought up any other children that would walk by and there were lots that would walk by.
In that moment I realized how in are small “white” town these boys had a microscope on their actions in the town, and because of their skin tone they were always noticed in the town. When they would go to stores people would notice them first when you walked in because they stood out in our small town. The moment I realized the difference in between skin colour and how it really does separated from each other.