Amy Howard, 34, mum of twins, Edinburgh
The boys have dodged the ginger bullet! I grew up in England but now I feel its part of my identity. My hair has not been as red since I dyed it at school I was blonde for a long time then black. Its not as red as it was.
The hairdresser tells me this is the colour people want to colour their hair not quite a ginger or auburn more a dull red squirrel.
On holiday my mum and dad in France all three of us looked very white and ginger and miserable. No place for red heads in the sun. At school I was teased more about being Scottish than red head. Looking back we were joking with school friends.
In one class photo there was a bright orange curtain and it was lucky I wasn't on the back row or I would have been camouflaged. its water off a ducks back today because of the bullies.
Anytime anyone called me ginger I said I am not ginger I am strawberry blonde. Growing up mum said people paid thousands to get this colour. My rebellious post school anti-parent thing was to go blonde.
I needed to use bleach which made it go curly. It takes a lot of bleach to dye red hair. Someone once said would describe me as a red hair, they weren’t sure what colour it is now.
Red hair is associated with a fiery temper but that’s not much to do with hair colour. But I wasn't bullied so much as I would have taken a hit.
The boys are very blonde so I wonder if there is some scandinavian blood. Dad and granny was strawberry blonde. When I came back to Scotland I was 21 and blonde. The wonderful thing about living here is it makes me feel more Scottish.
In England I was Scottish but in Scotland people think I am English. I have been a red head again for a decade