The first time I cut my own hair I was four years old. I woke up early one saturday and chopped the long blonde hair from each side of my head - I couldn't reach the back, so there was nothing I could do about the rattail I'd unintentionally created.
When my parents woke up and saw my 'do they were surprisingly unhappy with my hair cutting skills, so naturally I blamed my older sister Melissa for the entire thing. I mean, it made sense - she WAS always wanting to play with my hair.
She cried
Eventually the truth came out
I had a bob for a year
I still cut my own hair. Somewhere between that morning and a handful of bad missouri haircuts I decided I'd take my chances.
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