A little story about me.....

When I was little, I hated being a red head. None of my friends had red hair, and no freckles either. Why did I have to suffer so greatly?! This was a question I often asked. In fact, my brother and sister were the only other people I even knew who had red hair, and they hated it just as much as I did. My dad would often sit us down and tell us how some people would pay a lot of money to try and get their hair the color of ours. The 3 of us could never figure out how someone could be that crazy. If only we could tell them how miserable and awful it was, we could save them from the great pain that we felt. Well, years have passed and now my brother, sister and I wouldn't trade our hair color. It is a little out of the ordinary. And, being a red head is fun. Now...this brings me to another point. I'll admit, I hate getting my hair cut. I pretty much struggle with any change that takes place, but it's extremely difficult when it comes to my hair. It seems like I just get used to the length and am comfortable with it, then it's time to get it cut again. I'm lucky, however, because my sister cuts my hair. I tell her exactly how much I want cut off and she does exactly that. She wouldn't dare do otherwise, just because she knows how much I hate getting it cut in the first place. She is great! Okay, enough confession for one day.