Originally Posted by
sota
True story. When I was a kid we had a black lad on our street who'd been adopted. He was the first black person I'd ever met and a lovely bloke. All his new brothers were white but he quickly became just another lad in the family. None of us thought of him being black or white and nor did he.
In fact, many years later when we met up again and he showed me an old footy team photo, he actually pointed himself out saying "That's me, third left on the back row". Says it all.