Cheers
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Give a Cheer
For some reason, when I was a little girl, my mother just couldn't seem to leave my hair alone. Every time it started to grow and/or look somewhat natural, she'd either whisk me off to get a "pixie" haircut or stick a home perm in it and make me look like a dandelion gone to seed. The black and white pic was the night before we got our second grade class pictures taken. You can tell by my face that I was less than thrilled. The color one is the class picture. I was 7 years old. I HATED the hair and the picture and cried about both for a month! TFL
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