As you can see from these three pictures, my hair was very long. My mother only cut some from the front of my head, so I would have bangs.

I could sit on my hair when it was braided or not braided. My father always wanted my hair to stay long, and did not want it cut. All of these pictures were taken three years before my first haircut at a hair salon.

I begged and begged to get rid of my long hair. Finally, for my tenth birthday, I got my first haircut. I also got for a present a Brownie camera. I loved taking pictures, and I still do.

I loved the camera, but the best gift was the haircut!