Yes, I grew up with my paternal grandmother. I remember when I was a small girl I just spoke up to her and said" mama someday I'm going to marry a doctor or lawyer" she looked at me in a serious manner and said this, "no you are not because those type of men want either light skinned ladies or white ladies,they want to be with someone they would be proud to show off" Yes, her words did hurt somewhat but in those days colorism was all around in the neighborhoods, schools and the church. It was just a common way of life so my grandma's words weren't unique. She had 10 grandchildren we all were brown skinned in color. She never carried any of our photos in her wallet. But when one of her granddaughter's gave birth to a bi-racial child she carried a picture of this young girl in her wallet and always showed it off to mostly white people. Her greatest thrill was how her family doctor who was white responded after seeing the photo, he told her how stunning her great granddaughter was, my grandmother just gushed and bragged about this white man's reaction to the photo.When I turned 9 years old I decided I was going to do something about my skin color I was tired of being told "only lighter skinned black girls got the best of everything and I was tired of being among huge crowd of dark skinned girls who were pushed to the sidelines ignored standing silent and watching the royal treatment light skinned girls received. I saw an ad in Ebony magazine advertising a brand of bleaching cream it showed several shots of brown skinned model and the last photo showed how she had turned light after using this brand of bleaching cream a caption under the photo read, you can be beautiful too. I remember going to the corner drugstore to pick up a Sunday paper and I also picked up a can of bleaching cream I hid it in the paper and sneaked it in the house. I remember locking myself in the bathroom and rubbing the cream on my face. In my poor little child's mind I knew I would turn light skinned overnight I would surprise everyone in my family. It was like Christmas eve I knew the next morning I would look in the mirror and see a new little girl. Well I woke up the next day I was still brown skinned and I was disappointed. But life went on and what saved me in my future years was the dawn of the great black pride movement.That era sat a new course for me.It taught me to be proud of the features my African ancestors passed down to me.I have been that way ever since.