When people called my hair red I would sternly tell them "IT'S GOLDEN!" I remember vividly my first year of high school, not yet 13 years old, and a group of boys who were five years older than me seeking me out every lunch time, just to run circles around me, pointing and yelling "RANGA RANGA RANGA" continuously. Now I am 26 - and I am so proud of my hair colour. It makes me laugh because now I see red hair as being special and unique, and not an insult at all. When my cousin Mia was born and her red hair started to emerge, I couldn't have been more excited.

Source: New Zealand Herald October 11, 2016 20:15 UTC