My father always taught me to be proud of my roots. As a young boy, I was susceptible to getting picked on because I was very pale and had long blonde hair. He explained to me that my ancestral make-up of genes was to blame for my unique complexion, but it was nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I would look right at home in the Netherlands and plan on visiting soon. This taught me to be proud of my background and embrace it.
Anthropology 411 at the University of New Hampshire