#ConfessionFriday

I ran home crying after being offered crack cocaine.

I was 4 years old. We lived in the projects (for my RVA folks... it was Hillside Court in Southside). Mom had raised us on "Just say 'NO' to drugs".

So, I was at the playground one day with my big Brother (9 years old). He was doing his thing with kids his age. I was in another area with my 4 & 5 year old friends. At this playground, it was absolutely super rare to see White kids there. Out of nowhere, a group of White boys (3 of em, who all looked around 10y/o) came over to me. One kid opened his hand and exposed a whole handful of a white powder substance and he asked me "Hey do you want some crack?" I said "NO!" and I took off running. I heard them having a ball laughing as I ran home.

I told Mommy what had just happened and I how scared I was. She wiped my face and told me I did the right thing. My Brother came bustin in like a minute later, wondering what was going on, because he saw me as I was running from the playground and crying. I explained what went down. Then he busted out laughing. I was confused. Mom was confused. And Bro was like "Dummy... that wasnt crack. Werent you in the sandbox?" I was like "Yea." Then Bro went on to point out that the kid scooped up white sand from the sand box. In my defense... I was 4! And while I was aware that crack was a white powder... it wasnt like I had lessons on crack identification and I didnt immediately recognized that what the kid had in his hand was the stuff I was sitting in. Big Bro didnt hear what the kid said to me though, so he had assumed they said something mean and what not and he was gonna go back and "put them in their place". But after hearing everything... we all just called it a day and stayed home.