Magic Mountain

At the end of 8^th grade we got to go on a trip to Southern California to go to Magic Mountain. I’m pretty sure it was a band trip, I don’t think it was all of 8^th grade. I hung out the whole time with Aaron Bayless, and probably others, although I don’t remember anyone else. I remember that it was one of the most fun times of that whole school year. The one thing I really remember from that trip was that we were on a roller coaster, and just as we started speeding down one of the hills, Aaron’s wallet dislodged from his pocket and flew up…and he caught it when it was right in front of his face. Talk about quick reflexes! Ha ha!

Haircut

I think I was in 8^th grade when I decided my bangs were too long and I wanted them trimmed. I don’t have any idea how we did hair cuts back then, but I’m betting Mom was the official bangs trimmer in our house. She must have had a lot going on, because I decided to cut them myself. Teenagers are very patient, you know. And really, how hard could it be? I got some scissors and headed to the bathroom so I could use the mirror to make sure I cut them straight. I found my preferred length, and started snipping. When I finished, they were crooked. So I snipped some more to straighten them up, but they ended up crooked again. Turns out that I straightened so much that I ended up with bangs that were about a half inch long. It was awful! I’m sure I hid in my room and cried. I didn’t want to go to school. I mean, seriously?

Eventually I (probably we, I know my mom would have helped me come up with the best solution possible) decided that I should wear a stretchy headband over my bangs to hide them and not look like a complete dork.

Although I’m pretty sure I did look like a complete dork anyway.  Ha ha!