An unforgettable day

Today was a day to remember. I did like going to church because I haven't been in so long and when I finally got to go I felt like I had hope again. When we went to Martin's birth home I saw that they were wealthy and that Martin grew up somewhere where other wanted to be at. I loved the stories that was told about Martin like the one where he thought he killed his grandma by knocking her down, so he ran up the stairs and jumped out the balcony window. And the other one was about when he didn't want to wash the dishes he would lock himself in the bathroom and read his comic books until his sister started doing the dishes. When she started that's when he would come out. I also enjoyed the story about the time Martin and his brother stole their father keys and started the car. They didn't know how to drive it so they press the gas pedal and it crashed through the garage and it collapsed. I really loved the Center for Civil and Human Rights museum because it got me to think more about everything. When I sat at the dinning counter and listened to what the people were saying, I was upset. When I was listening I closed my eyes so I could picture myself there. I started tensing up, I flinched a lot. I started crying. In my mind I was telling myself that it's just audio and movement because it felt so real to me. I kept thinking how could the people who sat at a counter let people do this to them. I told my group that if I was actually there I would have broken down into tears and would have walked out. Then once we walked upstairs to the human rights area my group listened to the stories that was told and we talked about how their lives can be changed if it wasn't that our world is being judgmental to almost anything and everything. While my group was upstairs we talked about other things like political wise and educational wise. I really did enjoy this day. I hope everyday will be better than the next. I am still glad that I was able to come in this trip.

-Kira Boyd