Party-Pooper: A Childhood Reminisce

Many years ago, one of the African American girls in my fourth-grade class lived not too far away from my neighborhood area.

I had visited her home once or twice where she resided with her mother, father, brother and sister.

I think she had even come over to visit me at my house once.

I remember having a nice time on one of my visits. We played the physically interactive game of Twister on a carpeted floor in the company of others which was fun at the time.

I also remember Vicki (my classmate’s name) taking ...