Merry go round

My name is Sierra Becklerud. I'm seven years old today, and for my birthday present I wanted to go on a Merry go round. I traveled with my two brothers and my parents. I was the happiest girl ever, unlike my parents who were worried the whole trip over. They were talking about not being able to ride the Merry go round. I didn't know why i wouldn't be able to and I had high hopes that they were just trying to scare me. Just in case I brought my snazzy new high heels with me, and even stole some of my mothers make up. This way I would be taller, and also look older. I ran to the merry go round with my purple and pink unicorn dangling from my arm. As I stopped i noticed that there was no one else in the whole place that was colored. It looked like all the walls had been painted white and i was a little black smudge. My smile slowly faded off my face into a lonely frown. As the whites walked by me the children's parents hid them away from me, and it felt like they were staring straight into my soul. I felt like i was doing something wrong. It reminded me of my firs miserable day of first grade. I walked into the room with my books in my hands and had on my blue summer dress. My mother had told me to grab daisies out of her garden, to give to my new teacher. The fresh breeze of the flowers filled the room. The teacher thanked me and sat me down in the Jim Crow section. I got laughed at because i sat alone and whenever i got called on i froze up like an ice cube. I couldn't move i was stuck in time. Every white kid stared and laughed. I thought i did something wrong and believed it too. The teacher never said anything. I wen home with no expression on my face. I wouldn't react to what the white kids called me. "Brownie" "Jim Crow girl" "Ugly" every day a new name. As soon as the kids left me alone i cried. I was convinced I was those things. My mother sat me down told me they were wrong i was perfect in every way. It was summer now the cruel kids were gone but here i was in the same position. Whites criticizing me for who i was. The one day that was supposed to be fun with cotton candy melting in my mouth with the sweet sugar dying my tongue blue. The day was supposed to be filled of laughing and music and just being a kid. Up till dark when the merry-go-round lights go on and the horses look like their floating. I walked up on to the merry-g-round looking at all the kids moving out of he line letting me get to the front of the line. All the kids on the ride got off and it was my turn. I looked at the man with my hands clenching my stuffed animal. My brown eyes studied the man. He was black as well he had sweat rolling down his face from the heat of the day. My mouth opened  slightly to say something but my words got caught in my throat. "Where is the Jim Crow section?" I asked. i always sit in the Jim Crow section so there had to be one here. "Mister cause i want a ride" his eyes tightened on me. I gulped and came out confidently "down South where i come from white and colored can't sit side by side." He nodded as if he wanted me to continue so i did. "Down South on the train theres a Jim Crow car. On the bus were put in the back but there aint no back to a merry-go-round" He felt sorry for me his eyes started to focus but i wan't finished quiet yet. "Where's the horse for a kid thats black?" I focused on him i wasn't leaving till i got a respond. I could feel the eyes looking at me mouth wide open stuck in disbelief. He was speechless. He could't believe a little girl could know so much. My eyes narrowed and stared at hi. He pointed back i didn't turn i sat and stared. I felt a tap on my sholder i turned aroung it was a white cop he grab

by Kacyee