She stared at me blankly and then I looked down to see the cast on her arm. What if a person said they didn't like people who had casts on their arms? "But I have a cast on my arm," she replied. "Exactly!" It's not fair to say someone wouldn't be your friend simply because you've broken your arm, right?" She smiled. "Right" :).
I'm not sure if it sunk in or not. And sadly, these ideas don't just wander into a child's head, they're planted there by other adults, caretakers, who are suppose to give a crap about this world and others and instead they insist on instilling hatred and ignorance.
I hope to meet my new neighbors, share some stories, maybe even recipes, and invite them to have a sit on my swing for some laughter and possibly even to break down a small wall built around a little girl.