"Being a Negro in America means trying to smile when you want to cry. It means trying to hold on to physical life amid psychological death. It means the pain of watching your children grow up with clouds of inferiority in their mental skies. It means having their legs off, and then being condemned for being a cripple." Where Do We Go From Here 1967.
I believe I will most definitely remember stepping out of my comfort zone the last two days we were at the camp. Going higher then I expected in the high ropes course and pushing myself to go as far as i could even with the injury later assessed by my doctor to my thumb. I will also always remember waking up at around 11:45 p.m. to see one of my bunk mates crawling on the floor of the cabin in his sleeping bag and hearing everyone laugh. Then I saw Mr. Duane get up and say, "alright you've had your fun, now it's time to get some sleep."It was easy for me to act like a tough person but I guess when it comes down to it, I guess I'm not particularly that comfortable with heights, I'm not utterly intimidated by it, but I'm not just like i can reach to the sky all day long. Basically I guess I can say I will always remember the support and bonding that i will always have with my fellow ninth graders.