Memoirs of haircuts past

Seeing my hair, long and unruly, this morning had my memories pulling up old past thoughts.

My mother always cut my hair growing up. She was by no means a stylist, but as I never cared for styling my hair outside a braid or ponytail, it never bothered me.

My mother was also a bit of a prankster.
So I was trying to brush a huge knot out of my hair, as it was long and I hadn't learned to not wash it every day, and I was also complaining to my mom about cutting it. She asked if I was serious, I said yes.

Now also, my sister had some friends over to visit, and while they knew that my mom was a joker, they didn't know how far she would go with her pranks.

So there I was, braiding my hair, mom having walked out of the bathroom, when suddenly she had popped back, scissors in hand, and cut the braid from my head! It took a second for me to realise what had happened, but then I screamed. Mom laughed maniacally and ran thru the living room waving the braid of hair, me trailing after gripping what was left on my head(I did give permission, mind you!). My sister's friends started freaking out, thinking my mom had gone mad, they sat there, screaming, their hands sheltering their own heads of hair.

After they had calmed down (and me too, I was laughing so hard), mom finished trimming up my new cut, and we all laughed it off, the girls just only a tad bit weary of my mom for a long while after that.