When I was only around 3 years old, I already had really long hair. Heck, I was even born with a lot of hair. I loved having my hair done when I was younger. My Mom would sit down on the couch and have me sit in the floor so she could do all different things with it. There were so many different possibilities. She could put it up with all kinds of different, colorful barrettes. She could use pretty head bands. She could braid it. Or she could put it up in high or low pig tails. Pig tails were my favorite because they made me feel extra cute.
I'm sure most parents of three year olds know you have to be pretty careful when giving them gum. If you're not careful they'll swallow it or get it stuck to their clothes or the furniture. This is one to the reasons my Mom rarely ever gave us gum. I'm guessing parents could also imagine raising four children, practically by yourself, isn't the easiest thing to do. You most likely will always have someone calling your name, wanting your attention, or getting into things they shouldn't be into.
My family didn’t have cable when I was growing up. However, my Mom would spoil us by buying lots of movies. If it was Disney, we probably owned it. One afternoon, I wanted to watch the Flinstones. She put it on, and I went to one of my favorite spots to watch television. My parents would tease me about it because it looked odd and uncomfortable, but I use to love lying on my back, right in front of the entertainment center and watch movies. Earlier that day, I’d helped put away all the toys that had been spread out throughout the house. My Mom rewarded me by letting me have some gum as a treat. I'd actually been trying to master blowing a bubble for quite a while, but I hadn't quite figured out the techniques. Actually, I was no where near it. I had yet to learn that you needed to flatten the gum out before attempting to form a bubble.
As I laid there watching the Flinstones, I kept trying to make a bubble. I'd been working at it for what felt like forever, but I was determined and wasn't giving up. I tried my hardest and blew, but no bubble was to be seen. Come to think of it, there wasn't any gum to be found either. Confused, I looked around on the floor then on my clothes, but couldn't find it. It had to have gone somewhere. After searching for a few minutes, I found it... in my hair.
It was just slightly below my ear. I tried pulling it out but it wouldn’t budge. The more I tried the more entangled it became. Fear began to sink in. I knew my Mom would be upset with me. What was there to do? How could I get rid of this? Then a light bulb went off. I don't know why I didn't think of this before; I had the perfect solution. I went into the school room and grabbed the safety handled scissors. I went to the nearest bathroom, where no one would see me. Grabbed a big chunk of hair from the left side and snipped it off. All better now. The only thing left to do was hide the evidence. Because this bathroom was only a half-bath, it didn't have a trash can in it. Thus, I put it in the best place I could think of... right along the base of the toilet and the sink countertop.
Feeling a bit of relief, I went to my room to avoid unwanted attention. I began to play with my Barbie’s and my worries drifted away, until my Mom called my name. I knew then that I had done something wrong. I sheepishly shuffled to the dining room where my Mom was. Apparently, Sean and Erin had found the hair and shown it to my Mom. They also pointed out the scissors which were still lying on the countertop. What can I say; I wasn't the sneakiest kid around. To my surprise, my Mom wasn't mad at me like I imagined she would be, but I could still tell she was upset. She told me I should've come to her and she could have gotten it out with ice or peanut butter, instead of having to cut it out. I knew I’d messed up my hair and I felt horrible about it. I knew my Mom enjoyed playing with my hair, as much as I loved having it played with. It only got worse when she told me she'd have to cut the other side as well to even it out. Later the next week, after changing into my leotard for gymnastics, I wanted my Mom to put my hair in pigtails. It upset me immensely to find out that this time she couldn't do that though. My hair was too short.
That was probably the first time I can remember having to face the consequences of my actions. By not asking for help and trying to fix things on my own, I'd temporarily lost the ability to wear my hair different styles and have my hair played with. The incident taught me not to make hasty decisions and some mistakes cannot be undone. It's not the way I would've preferred to learn that lesson, but it's how it happened. At least hair grows back.
Gahh, I'm so excited! 
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Gah, that had me so furious I wanted to go up to Rogers (like 3-4 hours away from where I live) and soccer kick him in the balls, punch him in the face, then kick him while he was done just to see how hilarious he found that! The nerve of some people. 