Run when you’re happy, run when you’re sad, run to celebrate your highs, to commiserate your lows, run when you have energy pounding through you, run when you’re exhausted and need a pick me up, run and laugh, run and cry. To feel that feeling where you are above the world, soaring through the air, where nothing else matters and everything is perfect.

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King said in an interview that this photograph was taken as he tried to explain to his daughter Yolanda why she could not go to Funtown, a whites-only amusement park in Atlanta. King claims to have been tongue-tied when speaking to her. “One of the most painful experiences I have ever faced was to see her tears when I told her Funtown was closed to colored children, for I realized the first dark cloud of inferiority had floated into her little mental sky.”

(via Rare Photos of Martin Luther King Jr. at Home)