NEWBURY PARK, CA
I was about 11 02 12. Mary Penn Carter and I were playing in a section of woods in Danville, Virgina that we called Tarzan’s Chamber beause we would swing on vines fro, tree to tree. This days from boys who were friends from school tied Mary Penn so her feet were a few inches off the ground & she hung there. Then they made us roll down a very steep hill. By now we were really scared. 4 black boys met us at the bottom of the hill, offered to walk us home. They did. We talked like kids will. At it was the first chink in our shell of bias.