I grew up in a home where there was a mother, a father and a brother. We went to church every Sunday and attended Sunday school. Our weekends were for homework, helping around the house and visiting our grandparents. During the school week we were allowed 2 hours for play before dinner. After dinner we had to take turns washing and drying the dishes for mom and then on to our homework. I was 6 years younger than my brother and we had a good relationship. He always helped me with my homework, even when he was in college I was able to call him and ask for his help. For helping me with my homework, I would clean up his room for him, and do some things that would help him out so he can go out with his friends. We both had friends and most of them did similar things that we did. There were others that made fun of us because we hardly got anytime to play, but we made do.
Our summers were always great as dad bought us a pool and always took 1 week vacation to take us somewhere. When we turned 13 we were able to bring a friend on vacation and that made the trip even more fun. As my brother got older, he started dating which took time away from "our time" but I was happy for him and he met a really nice girl and they including me once in a while in their plans like when the carnival was in town or a fair or something along those lines. When I got to high school I met a really nice black guy but was afraid of him because our parents always told us they were bad and to stay away from them. We didn't have any in our school so it was easy to do but high school was a different ball game.
My sophomore year I joined the high school band and had a blast and one of the nicest kids I knew was black. We got along and I wanted him to come to my house to practice. Before I did, I asked mom and dad and they refused to let me associate with him outside of school. I really liked him and I told him about my parents' rule and he never wanted any part of me ever. He was part of a group that hung out with my other friends but he ignored me and I always felt so uncomfortable but I didn't want to upset my parents.
My brother married his girlfriend and they moved into another city which wasn't far but I didn't see him as much. They had a beautiful baby girl and they brought her around a lot and I even offered to babysit for free so they didn't have to pay anyone and they could still go out. I graduated high school and a bunch of us went to the shore for a week and my black classmate was included. I didn't tell my parents about it because I knew they wouldn't let me go. The boys stayed in one room and we stayed in another. After our vacation I got a part time job that I was able to still hold when I started college. I went to a community college for my first two years until I got a car and then went of to Penn State.
I wanted to be a teacher in the beginning and then I wasn't sure. I didn't want my parents to pay for school so I saved to put myself through, but my grandparents set up college funds for me and my brother that I didn't know about. They also started bank accounts for us when we were born so we really had it made. Our parents never touched our money and they always made sure we were well dressed and took us regularly to the doctors, dentist, eye doctors, etc. to make sure we were always well. I loved them dearly but as I got older I wanted to find out why they hated black people so much.
On one of my breaks from college, I sat down with my parents and asked them and they said because the rob and steal from people, they kill, they act funny and stupid and the list went on. My mother told me that black boys only want one thing from a girl and that was sex and that was forbidden in our house. I told them I thought that it was so cruel to say those things and the ones that I am attending school with were not like that at all. They told me to never bring it up again. I was confused and worried that I would never get to know them for who they are if I continued to listen to them. Not that I wanted to disrespect them, but I wanted to see for myself. I started being friendly with some of the girls and guys and we hung on and there was really nothing bad about them at all. I kept thinking about my friend from school and looking him up so I did. I was shocked to find out that he moved away and no one has heard from him since. I really liked him a lot and in fact when I think about it, he was really cute.