One of the things I have grown to like about my two mile walk home is that it gives me time to reflect on the day. I guess in some ways, when I was a teenager and at school, there wasn't a long time in my day that I had to myself, doing nothing much, for me to reflect, so each day, I made time to reflect in my diary.

I know I haven't written much, I suppose... because I reflect on my day during my walk home. Sometimes it's not a pleasant reflection. There seem to have been incidents that happen during the day when people have made me feel small, when I don't think I've done much wrong. And I don't like the feeling of it when I walk home and I can't find much positive in the day.

Sometimes, even if there's not much positive to think of, something I see on my journey reminds me of something from my childhood, or something from the past and makes me smile.

One thing I got thinking about today was racial awareness, racial bullying etc. The way people can't help what skin they're born in, and how mindless it is. I also got thinking about a boy in my primary school class. Being in a Catholic school, the majority of the children in my class were white, with the exception of this boy, Marvin. If I had been the only child of a particular skin colour, I would have probably been very shy, and as a result of which, been bullied.

Marvin was very outgoing, and had lots of friends in our class, with both boys and girls. With us girls, he told us that his hands smelt of chocolate, and I remember smelling his hands, and thinking they might do, because he's got brown skin, and all the other girls were going "Oh yeah!" After having a sniff myself, I was thinking "They don't smell much like chocolate to me..." but I voiced the same as the other girls.

Memories like that, with me sniffing Marvin's palms make me smile...