Everything was going well, until that day at the playground where a good thing was bound to end.
Category: School/Growing Up
At a young age my mother told me I wasn’t allowed to have a boyfriend, but I had my own plans around this and of course I was smarter than her right?
In elementary, I decided at school that I would go by the name my family calls me…Becky. This was the nickname I’m called because of my middle name. This name assisted in me also being called “white” as well. If you remember reading A Type of Different Pt.1″acting like a white girl”, I explain how
Catching the bus to and from school, was still new to me. I can’t remember if the movie Forrest Gump had come out yet, but walking on the bus, I would always have the “You can’t sit here…this seat is taken” experience. Where no one wants to make eye contact for fear you would try to sit next to them.