d I rarely felt good about myself. After making that color the curly haired women started to become noticeably louder and then the camp officials took her away and I never saw her or the paints again. Along with the many types of people and one very old Indian man would wake up every morning very early and sit near the edge of camp away from everyone near the front gates. The old Indian man did not talk that much but I remember one day when I was playing I came across this man while I was looking for bugs and lizards. The old man nodded his head and I said hello to the old man. The old Indian man asked me if I knew how to catch lizards and if I wanted him to show me. I replied affirmatively. The old Indian man got of the rock which upon he sat and slowly moved closer to me and then he asked me to lift a small rock which was next to me and as I did a lizard ran out from underneath but before the lizard got away the old man took his long walking stick and struck down on the lizard to retain it from getting away. He only applied enough pressure to stop, he never harmed any lizard that I knew of and after he caught it he would inspect it and let it go. I never really understood why he would inspect each one but from then on I woke up every morning extra early to hunt lizard with the old man until one morning the old man was not there and when I ask about him no one gave me any answer either because I was to young to understand or because they thought it wasn’t any of my business, but what they did not understand was my special connection to the old Indian man and how every morning we would meet and without words understand each other. I understood that he was lonely as I was and hunting lizards was our way of communicating. It made both of us feel better since nobody listens to an old man and a small child. In a way we were both outcast and together we didn’t feel some much like outcast anymore I really do not know what happene...
