I went to segregated schools for the 1st & 2nd grade. Then we moved away & I went to integrated schools for the 3rd thru 6th & didn't come back to Texas till I was 12. I remember walking with my mother & we saw drinking fountains marked white & colored. I didn't realize what that meant & my mother explained. When I understood I started crying. I couldn't understand how anyone could think one race was cleaner than another or why one race would want to make another feel inferior. Then when school started I used to walk to school, & the school buses that were taking the black kids to a school 25 miles away would pass me. I used to feel so bad for them.