When I was 6 years old.
I grew up in a very white leafy Home County and went to single-form entry primary school where I was the only ethnic minority in the whole school. No problems, everyone was kind and I was as nurtured as any other child.
Something went with pipes or heating or something, and we had to go to a secondary school for lessons. It was big and intimidating, and I found myself surrounded by what felt like gigantic boys laughing and jeering at me with racial slurs in the playground
It was horrible and I was having to be forced to go to school, and forced to go out to play.
However, the flip side of it was that it was also my first experience of the kindness of strangers. One of the secondary school girls started intervening, and took me under her wing. Once I was safely with her and her friends, the boys left me alone.
I know I was 6, as she would sing the Toni Basil song “Hey Mickey”. I don’t remember what any of the boys looked like, but I remember she was smiley and had her hair in a high side ponytail every day.