In grade three, for a reason that completely eludes me, I thought it would be funny to cut off a portion of a girl’s completely equally proportioned hair. Her hair was long, and it fell down on her back like in was made with a drafting utensil. It was the most perfectly even, straight hair I’d ever seen, and I WANTED TO DESTORY IT!
I recall I got her permission to cut off a portion of the hair, but I’m not sure why she would agree to that. I guess we were both stupid. We were 8, what do you expect?
Anyway, afterwards, the teacher took the huge clump of hair from my hand, and taped it into my homework book for my parents to see. At first they didn’t even know what the hell it was, but when my dad finally got to the bottom of it (so to speak) I got ONE HELL OF A SPANKING!
And she was missing a clump from one side of hair once perfect haircut.
She has since been crowned Miss