Becoming African American

We all have that moment in the West (in America)

African-American young boy holding an umbrella — by Muhammad-taha Ibrahim on Unsplash

Black Boy

When I was 11, my parents sent my brother and I to sleep away camp. It was an African-centered camp in a very remote area of Maryland, and we stayed in tents. Each tent was named after an African country, and it was one of those fantastic experiences, good, bad, and crazy.