Today is February 22, 1956. I am seventeen years old African American male. My family and I live in the northern part of Alabama, right outside of Huntsville. I am the oldest son in my family; I have a younger brother and sister. My mom is a maid for a white family and my dad works on a farm. Both of my parents have to leave very early for their jobs because almost three months ago our community decided to boycott the buses. I remember when my parents told me about what Rosa Park did. I could not believe that she refused to give up her seat for a white passenger. I thought that it was super brave. I want to make a change and stand up for myself like Rosa Parks, but my parents raised me to leave the situation if I thought trouble would occur.
