Having been a kid on Guam and becoming self-aware as a minority, it directly impacted how I interacted with kids moving back to Florida. When kids would ask, "Is your dad from the north or the south?"

I figured the correct answer was, "My dad is from so far south it doesn't matter." Since I looked normal they were confused. To which I would gleefully reply, "My dad is from Cuba."

Then I could see they had even more internal struggle on how they wanted to treat me but at that point they had tipped their hand I was very unlikely to be interested in being their friend.