From grade 2 thru 8, I lived in a small town in southern Ohio. All those years, I delivered newspapers each weekday, so I was not shy, and was inclined make friends easily, especially classmates, and to chat with strangers.

I was about 9 or 10 when I met a white supremacist that was close to my age. He volunteered that his parents were from Germany. I had no problem with that, and said so. But he also insisted that his parentage made him superior to just about anyone else. I told him he was wrong to believe that, but he doubled down, so I told him I could not be his friend, and walked away.