In Honor of Black History Month....

I don't have an exact age of when this happened but I'm thinking somewhere around the age of 3 or 4. It happened one hot day just outside of the Headstart building with my mom and a large passerby. As we walked towards the entrance I was compelled by my shock and amazement to stop my mom dead in her tracks for what was in front of us. I pulled her arm and proclaimed, "Oh my god mom! Look at the big fat chocolate lady!" To my knowledge that was my first memory of differentiating black from white. Here I found myself in yet another situation where I wasn't sure if my mom was going to strangle me or laugh her ass off. Looking back, it's nice to think that I was once able to only recognize people for being fat and thin and not the color of their skin.