I think I was in 8th 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!
