My hair is growing back. It’s a little more than two inches in length. Everyone says nice things about it, of course. I hate it. I’m happy it is growing back, but I can’t wait for it to be longer.
When does our hair become important to us? My son was almost two before we took him for his first haircut. he was in a fury. Although, he may have been upset at the strange woman waving scissors over his head more than the actual hair cut.
When I was in 1st or 2nd grade, I gave myself a bad hair cut. My dad sent me to school that way for a week before he took me somewhere to “fix” it. I was mortified, and I never gave myself another haircut.
My dad’s second wife screamed and refused to let me sit at the table if I didn’t have my hair the way she wanted it.
Recently, I’ve learned that my son is lucky to go to an elementary school with no hair code. A few kids have mohawks, some kids have blue or pink hair, and nobody gets in a snit. My son has long hair, which I’ve been told is not allowed at schools in nearby districts.
A few years ago someone stole a lock of my hair while I watched a movie. He (Okay, it might have been a female for all I know, but I’m guessing a man. Call me crazy.) snipped off my hair and I didn’t feel a thing. I’ve yet to stop being paranoid when I go to the movies.
My hair can not grow fast enough.
Do you have any funny hair story?