Reply #112: Eerily similar to my story....

[MindPilot]

'59 or '60, I was about 6, Dad was stationed at Cape Canaveral. Mom and I were in the Sears store. I went off to get a drink and the next thing I knew, someone grabbed my arm; I was simultaneously being dragged and spanked as my mom came running. The woman who thought it was perfectly ok to wail on someone else's kid explained my sin had been to drink from the "Negro" fountain.

Those kinds of events twist one's mind as only a child's mind can twist them. For the longest time after that I thought white people had cooties or something because black people had special facilities just for them.

I still shop at Sears sometimes, but you can be damn sure I never go near the drinking fountain.