Bad Hair Day Memory

by Jo
(United Kingdom)

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!

Thanks Jo!

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!