Bad Hair Day Memory
by Jo
I was only twelve years old. An aunt took me to the hair-dressers and got them to cut my hair. Short - that was an understatement - sheared right up at the back. I looked just like a little boy. To make matters worse, when I complained to my mother she sided with my aunt. This has affected me for the rest of my life, and whenever I have my hair cut now I watch the scissors like the proverbial hawk. I nag the poor hairdresser like crazy to make sure she gets my hair cut just right. What we remember sometimes as kids is daunting! ********** You know thats so true. I remember the same experience actually. My mom did it to me though. I used to have nightmares about my hair being cut too short. I'd wake up crying everytime and then check my hair straight away to make sure it was still there. I guess thats why I wear my long even to this day. What we remember as children is daunting! sometimes! |
