I always wanted long locks, from the day that I realized that I even had hair. I love long hair. I would die for long hair {though that wouldn't make any sense..}. Alas, Mom had other plans. She knew the fuss and fury tangles make among youngsters, and thus, "chop, chop!" went the scissors, whenever my tresses showed the least sign of growing past my chin.
I suppose she was wise. But I was heartbroken. How would you feel if your uttermost dream vanished every few months in the form of the barbershop? I didn't complain. I didn't even hate the barber. In fact, I enjoyed haircuts, because I was resigned to my fate and knew that making a fuss would not change things.
When I was around eleven, Mom didn't take me to the hair cutter's quite so often. My hair grew to my shoulders, and there it stayed. It was trimmed nicely every so often, and never given too much of a "chop," but it refused to grow to my dream length.
When I was fourteen, I joined the local distance running (Cross Country) team. My hair, even at shoulder-length, was a bother--always sweaty, brushing against my back when I ran in a most displeasing manner, forever escaping from my ponytail. So, by my own accord, I went in for a major "chop, chop!" It turned out even more major than I had wanted, but it was all good.
After the Cross Country season ended, I still had my short hair, and I began to miss long braids and side ponytails. I determined that I should have my lifelong dream of long hair at last, and thus solemnly promised myself that I would not go short again until I had reached my goal.
Here I am, nearly two years later, and I think I am beginning to get my wish at long last. My hair is the lengthiest its ever been, and I think that by the end of my 16th year, I will be set. :) Yes.
...and on a minor note, I totally wouldn't mind having Rapunzel's hair.
Ooh, yeah. Maybe that should be a more long term goal...;)
