Day 14: My earliest memory
My earliest memory would have to be when I was really young at my old house next to Long Gate Shopping Center. This was when my mom would cut mine and my brothers hair at home instead of going out to a barber. This particular memory was when I was forcibly being given a buzz cut because apparently it's thought that everyone should have one at least once in their life. It was a hot summer day and I was watching tv waiting for my turn. When it was my turn for my haircut I of course didn't want to go because as a kid television is the most important thing I do everyday. I didn't even want to sit in the chair period. Partly because I didn't want to get my hair cut, but also partly because it was an old wooden fold up chair, which means it was wobbly and uncomfortable. Eventually I sat still long enough to get my haircut and then I promptly ran outside to play.
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