ok so there was this guy I liked.. and I was prety sure he liked me too.. he was going away for a year to be a student missionary in africa.. and we had about a week left together.. we went mud caving with our friends, and even after taking a shower my hair was still tangled and muddy.. and earlier that day “the guy” had sugusted that I try getting a hair cut like his… and I was like, humm I should, I’ve always wanted to shave my head… and his expression was of shock.. ha.. so back to after the mud cave.. at dinner with “his” parents and one other friend that went caving with us, we discussed shaving my head. “His” dad said NNOO you guys, you can’t cut Cindy’s pretty hair off… and “his” mom was like, no, I wont let you guys cut her hair. well after dinner I said, well… are we doing it?.. they both droped their jaws open, and had to pick them up off the floor… so we got the sizzors and camera and cut my mid back length hair. The guys took turns cutting, and taking pictures. I went from having 13 inches of hair to 1 cm of hair. it felt really weird and cool. When winter came my head was so cold, I had to ware beanies all the time. My ears were soo cold also.. it was an intresting expirence.. I miss my long hair. Here it is about 3 years later and it’s just bairly below my sholders…
