CHAPTER 1
To look back into the past of one s life is difficult. This is so， prl-
mafily， because experiences of the past appear at present some-
fira~ tlke a giant collage， one set of experiences blending，
meshinglnto another. When I sat down to begin delving into my
own past， therefore， I was aware that in order to give form and
~tmcJme ，to the experiences of my life， to shape and reorder the
;~st，~at，I wmlld have to rely upon my own remembrances， some
?fear ~ncr doet!ments， now dimly recollected impressions， and
~at I w0a!dnever t~now how much more important the things
~ 0morabcrod ，worn than the things forgotten. When finally I
60gan :i0 ~te the first draft of my autobiography and as I com.
~l~-tgd one grudlng page after another， after days of staring at
~，~ k-ih~ of p，iper， more da~ of b \"nuin
- ，; - . y egn g and tearing u
~b~led :notes， J discovered that the memories seemed not sop
~uen~ke a ，collage， .but llke many varied dreams connected，
~how.，~，~o ~nother.
:~a Om ;this perspe0five in t/me， the incidents which occurred in
a9~8 when I Was only six years old， appear fantasized， dream-
ttcl.，
t removaber standing outside the John Mmzhall elementary
~hool in Newport News， Virginia， on a bright， beautiful May
~y， one among many other students. Blue sky and white flu
~oud~relgned overhead， freshly trimmed green grass， beneath mf~y
~t. lne I~oys and girls were dressed in blue and white--the girls
n wliite dresses blue sashes， and black patent leather shoes， the
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