As a teenager in 1963, I thought about freedom and equality and began to understand that my life was easier—much easier—than lives lived by kids who were not white. I know now that some white, middle class kids at that time paid attention to the Civil Rights Movement and saw the different realities, some did not. I was removed from the heat and heart of the Civil Rights Movement, but I was curious about it, wanted to learn more, and be part of it because I understood about “what’s fair.” Like all Americans, I witnessed an important time in our country’s history.