The only friendship or contacts that I recall - because I wasn't in public school yet - was the neighbors. The neighbors were Italian. Not at the half a house. This was down the block that I recall going to these neighbors. There were an Italian family. I remember the boy's name. Goodie was my age, so Goodie and I were pretty much - we'd go inside each other's house and   they'd come in my house and we'd have - so I didn't really run into anything in prejudice that made me being alerted to what segregation was, because on that block, or in that particular area, it was sort of mixed.