When I was little I never saw anything different about my family, except maybe that my older sister was only half-related through my mom. But even that was beginning to grow common.
I grew up in a medium size city in Sweden in a pretty multicultural area. I don't remember when I realized I was "different" from most of the other kids because I had light skin and straight hair. I just remember wanting to have bangs like the other girls in daycare; this lead me to cut my bangs myself at around age 4 or 5. I was very disappointed when my bangs did not lay down over my forehead like the bangs of my friends, but instead stood up reaching for the sky.