I tan easily. Really easily, and really well. When I was a little girl I would run around outside all summer long, turning a lovely bronze color. People would ask which Native American tribe I came from. In college, when I spent lots of time teaching swimming and lifeguarding at outdoor pools, I was once mistaken for a Latina and another time for an Iranian (by an Iranian woman!).
When I married, I married into a family dominated by gingers and freckles. One year (after teaching swimming lessons all summer) my mother-in-law had family photos taken. I was the only in-law at the time, so the photo of the “kids” was me, my husband, and his siblings. To this day, when I look at the photo, the song “One Of These Things” (is not like the others) from Sesame Street comes to mind. Sometimes being different isn’t so hard.