In class we had to remember a time when were made aware of either our gender or race.
I remembered back to when I was younger and my family went with family friends to go get pumpkins for Halloween. The family is bi-racial, the mom is white and the dad is from an island near Jamaca, and he's black. The dad, Varo, had a nephew who came to stay with the family while he went to school in Madison. And the nephew came with us to the pumpkin farm.
When we got to the pumpkin farm, there were lots of families and little kids my age,which was around ten years old. The nephew, who had come from a very black populated island, made a joke that he'd never seen so many white people before. It was funny, but I never even took notice. And that was the first and only memorable time that I've had my race made aware to me by another person.