Lunch at my friend’s house
When I was a little kid, it was a real eye opener for me when I had lunch at my best friend's house, or had a sleep over there. It was his mother. His mom wasn't like my mom. She was a perfectly nice lady, and a great mom. But her house wasn't home. She used margarine on her sandwiches while my mom used butter. And she used different peanut butter. And, she didn't cut her sandwiches the same way my mom did. And her kitchen was arranged differently from my mom's kitchen, and it smelled different. It felt like a different but parallel universe. My friend and his family in their house looked like my family, and many things were similar. But everything was just a little bit off. That's how I began to learn how people are different while still being basically the same.