When we were young all the children along Auburn Avenue played together, even the two boys whose parents owned the store.
And since our house was a favorite gathering place, those boys played with us in our backyard . . .
. . . and ran with M. L. and A. D. to the firehouse on the corner where they watched the engines and the firemen.
The thought of not playing with those kids because they were different, because they were white and we were black, never entered our minds.