Marissa

One day when I was four, I decided that I would cut my hair by myself. I had always had long hair, and I wanted to see what it would be like to have short hair for once. The first thing I had to do was get the scissors from the kitchen to my bathroom upstairs. It was hard for me to take the scissors from the kitchen to my bathroom because my mom was making dinner. Quickly, I grab the scissors and ran up the stairs as fast as I could. I made it and my mom didn’t know a thing. Now it was time to give myself a little hair cut of my own. I started at my bangs. I never really liked them so I decided I would trim them up a little bit, so they weren’t in my eyes. Then I went for the front of my hair. I wanted short hair, so I cut my hair in the front and not the back. I liked how it covered my neck, but not my shoulders. The next thing I knew half of the garbage can was full of my hair. Suddenly, I heard my mom come up the stairs calling my name. It was time for dinner. I had to hide the hair in the garbage, so I put toilet paper rolls on top of my cut off hair. My mom came into the bathroom and I dashed out, but before I could she stopped me and screamed. She couldn’t believe I cut my own hair! She ran me down the stairs and showed my dad what I had done. He said that since I was only 4, that my punishment would be that I would be grounded for a week, and I would have to clean my room and my brothers room for 3 days. The next day, my mom took me to get a real haircut and she made me promise that I would NEVER cut my own hair again.