The nice kids called me Caspar (as in Caspar the friendly ghost). The mean kids said things like, "You're so white!" And trust me, it wasn't a compliment.
Several days ago, I was visiting a new property in Panama city, and another very light-skinned woman said, "We need to get out of the sun, or we're going to lose our exotic whiteness." Wow, I'd been called a lot of things before, but exotically white? Yep, Caspar could get used to this change in nickname.