At the beginning of one summer, mom asked me to come inside and get a summer haircut. I obediently sat down and held still while she pulled out the clippers and started to give me a buzz. When she was all done, she told me to go and look in the mirror. When I saw that she had given me a buzz, I started to cry. I felt like I was the one kid in the world that didn’t need a buzz. Whenever I have super short hair, everyone asks me what happened to my head because my birthmark looks like a big scar. Well, I walked back into the kitchen crying. Mom asked me, “What’s the matter?” I responded by saying, “I hate buzzes, now everyone can see my birthmark.” Mom looked at me and said, “Oh, your hair will grow back, don’t worry about it.” Just then, Chad entered the room and asked me what was wrong. I explained to him how much I hated my buzz because of my birthmark. Wisely, Chad pulled me aside and said, “Cody, buzzes are cool. Everyone in the army has a buzz! Do you want to go play army men with me in the front yard?” Thanks to Chad’s convincing words, I stopped crying and went out to play army with him in the front yard. After a while, I told Chad that I had to go in the house because I needed to use the bathroom. Chad looked at me and said, “I thought you were an army man!” To this I replied that I was an army man. Then Chad said, “Army men don’t need bathrooms, they just go in the bushes. So, with that I walked behind the bushes in the front yard and went to the bathroom. I thought that it was so cool that army men didn’t need bathrooms.
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I remember crying every month or so when mom would give us hair cuts. You would always come out with a few nicks where the clippers had gotten too close, or where she had cut your hair crooked.
Thankfully, Trina finished hair school before I was even in kindergarten so she did my hair, but that meant a lot of perms and the same layered haircut for about 10 years.
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