The hair I was born with - I'm only 6 months old in this shot and I have a lot of damn hair. It was an excellent start - don't you think? A little Jewfro-y for a 6 month old.
Then the hair started to get bigger. By the way, check out the hair hoppin' mom and the groovy ass rock wall, not to mention the outfits and the carpet. This is the house I grew up in. Is it any wonder I am the way I am?
Suddenly, I'm 4 years old and my hair is like 10 feet long. I wish I still had that wallpaper. Seriously. That's my sister, obviously. This is before we started beating the crap out of each other.
That's all for tonight. I'll post the bad years next.
Labels: Hair stories