There were resonances within all ten of the stories that I read. I feel like I am a pretty accepting and open minded person. I feel that it is not my place to judge people and I really have no right to. The very first story made me a little nervous as to my beliefs of how I would like to manage my classroom. I have these, what I now see as, unrealistic ideas of freedom in the classroom. I was glad to have my eyes opened a bit to how you need to find a balance between control and freedom. The story I decided to represent in my piece was the second story, “Brown Kids Can’t be in Our Club”. I think the reason this story really resonated with me is because of the diversity within my own family. I am aboriginal. My skin colour is very light compared to my father but much darker than my husbands. I took the idea straight from the book to put together black, white, red and yellow paint to create what each of us in my family (myself, my husband and our son and daughter) saw as our skin colour. We did our hand prints in these colours on canvas and talked about how different our skin colour was and how these four colours can make any skin colour, so they really are not that different. They are all made up of the same colours. I saw ways to show how people are different and unique within almost all of these stories, as well as ways to show that they are really not all that different. I remember my dad looking at a picture of my son’s birthday party a few years ago and commenting that he was the only white kid in the picture. I really didn’t think anything of that until he said that and it made me happy to know that it didn’t matter to my son. He knows that his friends are not all the same as he is, but other than loving to go to their houses because their moms make “better food”, (hopefully he means different) he just thinks of them as his friends. I’m not saying we are colour blind because I don’t believe that that benefits anyone. Everybody should know what make them different and unique and be proud and confident about it. This also ties into the story about the kid making the comment about the gay dads being weird and the other kids pipes up and says it’s not so weird I have two dads too. The later little boy was talking about two straight men; one being his mother’s boyfriend or husband, and the other being his biological father. We know there are differences between this circumstance and two gay men being the other boy’s dads, but a child with no biases doesn’t seem to think it is weird. It is what the children are taught outside of our classrooms that we need to try to counteract.