When I was about 3 years old, I had long brown hair. My mother loved to brush it and put it in pigtails and pony tails. We visited relatives in Canada. One of my aunts had very thin hair and didn’t like to see others with abundant hair. One day when my parents went to visit someone, my aunt took me to the hairdresser who cut my hair very short. When my parents returned to pick me up they found me in tears and my hair gone! They yelled at my aunt and then everyone was crying. Since then, I generally wear my hair mid-length as a tribute to my first hair that was crudely taken from me.
Bev, 60’s, Female, USA
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