I remember my first bad haircut. During the Summer, I shaved my head because it was so hot in Florida and I didn't care about how I looked. Well when school started, my hair had grown pretty long and I was going to shave it again eventually until my friend had the bright idea to cut my hair. She wanted to be a hair designer when she got older so it would be good practice for her. I told her to go ahead. I thought to myself, what's the worst that could happen? She completely butchered my hair. It was jacked up beyond repair. It looked like my hair got sucked into a vacuum cleaner and someone had to cut sections of it to get my head unstuck. Looked like a herd of mini sheep ran free on my head and ate patches of my hair which explained the random bald spots. I took one look in the mirror and it cracked. Gave me 7 years of bad luck. My reflection reached out and slapped me for letting this happen. She asked me to keep my hair like this because she was so proud of it. I didn't have the heart to tell her how bad it looked so instead I cried and nodded yes. She was so happy, she cried. I went home and my brother cried. He couldn't stop laughing. After that I never cut my hair again until I met Keren which explains my long hair in high school.