When I was around 10 years old my parents went on vacation so I was staying at my grandmas. My grandma lived close to the school so I usually ended up walking to and from there on my own. A few times I got spat on by pakistani children as I walked on the pavement and as they passed me.
I just realise now how disgusting and upsetting this would have been for me at the time. Come to think of it, is it any wonder I am how I am? I had the protective parents, but then when I did go out on my own I was subject to this kind of temperment. Kinda upsets me now to think of myself back then, an innocent kid being spat at cause he's white (or whatever excuse). Funnily enough I never really became racist because of these experiences. I come from a catholic family (though i'm agnostic) and was always taught to please oher people rather than myself, put other people first, and that's how my life started and its no wonder I developed the shit I have.