once upon a time, in an enchanted forest there lie a rabbit. this rabbit was small and frail. He had a name but no one cared for it. He was alone. He didn't think anyone want to hear his opinion or thoughts. He was to scared to go and make friends so he was alone. one day he was filled with thoughts, dreams, and ideas; but he had no one to tell them to. so he walked to a big cave and found some coal. he had an idea. he wrote, and wrote, and wrote until he had filled up the entire cave. he left and went home. when he came back there was a small note in the only blank space on the rock. "i like your ideas. do you have anymore?". The bunny was ecstatic <em>i </em><em>have </em><em>a </em><em>friend!</em><em> </em>he thought. So with this new inspiration he wrote a story. his story. As he drifted off to sleep that night. he didn't feel the nauseating normality of sadness instead he felt excited. excited for tomorrow to read his new friends response.
Basically it means the U.S. HAS to allow children to have there own cultural freedom and allow them to participate in any cultural activities (such as praying and participating in Ramadan).
