On this Cinco de Mayo, I can't help but think of the innocence of our children. When we were young, we didn't know or care about color, or nationality, or even how much somebody had. We didn't know what hate or intolerance was. We just wanted to play together.
Then we got older and we learned... we were taught about our differences... we were taught hate... we were taught intolerance.
So maybe if we forget all that we were taught... our differences, hatred, and intolerance, maybe we will play together again... and become young again too...
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