I love the innocence of a child. When you spend time with children, you are often hit with at least one question that knocks you for a loop. Something that reveals their pure view of the world that makes you smile when it see it through their eyes. When I recognize those moments from my children I desperately try to hold on to them. Children grow so fast and at some point, they lose that innocence and hope and begin to see the world a little more clearly, with more experience. One of those moments that stands out was Martin Luther King Day in 2008. My wonderful six-year old daughter loved school. Everyday she couldn’t wait to go to class and learn something new. January rolled around and MLK day. My daughter’s kindergarten classroom was racially diverse. Fewer than half the students looked like her. With the pure beauty of children, if they noticed the difference in each other’s appearance, they didn’t seem to think much of it. She had no labels for the kids wh