This story is not about race, it's about children, period.
Tayari shares it so beautifully anyone would be sent back. these days), skating rinks - all rang so familiar to me that I simply loved it as I was placed back in that time. The vernacular, the lifestyle joys of playing in a neighborhood - outside (gasp. Leaving Atlanta gave life to the black children of the 1970s that was far beyond the televised segments of What's Happening and Good Times. My own memories of that time are vivid when they found another child, we were in fear several hundred miles away. It took place at a time when, first of all, it's tough growing up and being eleven years old and then to deal with a real-live nationally-known bogeyman lurking around the city (the Atlanta Child Murders case).
For me, this is the first story that I can ever remember reading that shared my voice as a child growing up in a major Southern city.
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