I never wanted to have mine cut, but had it cut 2 times actually... *grr*
first when I started school, was 7 and mom took me to the hairdresser to look somehow 'normal' on me very first school photo. I was too small to remember how it happened, and maybe even too small to complain, but I did look like the complete Beatles after the hairdresser finished (and not to mention I have a totally sad face on that photo, damn I was so happy when it finally grew back)
((okay, here I would like to suggest that I have absolutely no problem with The Beatles, I like them very much, but that head of mine was just another thing...))
the second happened when I was around 14 (it was my 7th grade) when I decided to see the hairdresser for the first time after that shameless thing happened (what I mentioned above) and told her to cut 5 cms to help it grow healthier. actually she left just a little more than 5 cms on my head, and by the time I wanted to tell her not to I didn't have long hair on one side of my head anymore
actually in my anger I broke a window on the way home with my own hands, and never went to the hairdresser since that...
mom's just the perfect one to cut 2 cms when I say I want 2 cms off and no more. my hair needs cut quite often unfortunately for it is sooo thin and its ends always break. last time mom cut a bit too much I guess, it's still long but I really got scared when I looked in the mirror... now I don't really notice it, maybe because I got used to it, but recently I happened to see some summer pictures of me and I was like *uaaaaaaaaaaaa*
