I wasn't a big fan of my freckles when I was growing up. A more truer statement might be that I thought other people didn't like them so I didn't like them. Once can only have "Freckle Face" hurled at them so many times before it becomes a negative thing.
I thought freckles were cute on other people, I just didn't really want them on my own face. Or the patch on the back of my arm.
I used to put lemon juice on my face (a la Jan Brady) to try and get them to be lighter. Little didn't I know how much character they added and how much I would grow to love them. My freckles are a part of me and a part of me that I like. I still get a little surprised when people say "I like your freckles". Funny how things rude kids say to you can really stick. I do remember some people telling me that they are "Angel's kisses". I think that's cute. But the mean stuff stuck more.
I would say that it took me to my twenties to really think they were at all cute and now I love them and I even look forward to the sun and Summer making them darker.
P.S. I have also gotten use to that weird triangle shaped white spot under my chest that won'