The only way I will ever now if this is a lousy story is if you tell me so please write me a review also just to let you no I "know" I can not spell! And that I don't have a very good grammatical brain!

Chapter 1

Autumn 1981

I remember that year like it was only yesterday. Some times I replay it in my memory and dream of what happened that year. It was one of the best years of my life. I grew up that year, so did most of the people in our town. Not the normal growing up but the sort where you learn to respect others and listen to what they have to say. The sort where you're the same person on the outside but you're a totally different person on the inside.

I grew up in the small town of Alexandria in Virginia. The year was 1971. I was 16 then and now I'm 26 and like the rest of us I'm contemplating my life that year.

I was a tomboy I guess I wasn't that pretty I would rather hang out with the boys than with girls. I didn't like dresses, and I wanted to be on the school football team. But they didn't let girls on the team. But I knew some one. My father was Bill Yoast. He was the school's football Coach. One the greatest Coaches around. My name by the way is Dani.

It was me, ma pa and ma little sister Cheryl. Cheryl was a good little girl coming to all the games me n pa went to. She watched from the sidelines yelling what we should do, when I was playing my games. And I respected her a lot for what she was doing. But that wasn't why I respected her, she accepted the changes that was happening faster then I did. I learnt a lot from her, pa and I guess every one.

But I guess really I was just scared of them all. I was scared of everything. But that isn't why were here today.

You say there isn't any race mixin' in the world but here in Alexandria it's a way of life. We go about our lives not just with white people but also with the coloured people. We learnt that it isn't what they look like but what is on the inside that counts.

I guess if you really wanted to no how we learnt that important information you would have to go back to the summer of 1971. The day the coloured boy got shot.