My earliest memory is seeing Michael Jackson in Melbourne with my sister when I was about ten. I still have this souvenir stick with a glove that would light up and make a peace sign in a bunch of different colors. I'm so happy my mom didn't throw that out.
The second we see somebody on the street or meet someone we make snap judgments about them about who they are and why we wouldn't necessarily sit with them or why we would or what's cool or not cool.