As a child, I never processed that I was being discriminated against by my fellow peers and adults; I believed that I was not being kind enough and tried my hardest to win them over. One day, during my third- grade year, we were released to recess and I had decided to go play with the “cool” kids to try to become closer to them. When it came to my turn to be chosen for a team, one of the kids told me something that would forever scar my life. He walked up to me and said, “Go back to where you came from you fence hopper”. Instantly, I felt a rush of confusion and sadness. I went home to my mother and asked her why someone would call me a fence hopper. As my mother comforted me, she told me to always be kind and courteous to everyone, even with our enemies. Initially, I was angered by the fact that my mom seemed to be defending the people that had wronged me. I believed that if I sat by, and continued to be kind to everyone, I would be left vulnerable to future attacks. As time went by, I understood that she was protecting me by keeping me away from corrupt people and instilling an attitude of tolerance. By maintaining a positive outlook, I was able to create valuable friendships with people I can rely