Remember when you were a kid, the type of games you played? Five years old, playing in the dirt near a creek, with my best bud. We built roads and bridges over little rivers we dug in the dirt. We played with his trucks and cars because I didn't own any.
At five I had two younger sisters. Susan was twenty-two months younger than I and Karen was just a baby. I hadn't even started kindergarten yet.
That same year I ran away from home. I have no idea why I ran away. I suspect a lot of kids runaway from home when they are very young. Maybe it is a way of asserting our independence.
Another way I asserted myself was to cut my own hair. I was in my parents bedroom and there was a pare of scissors laying on the box fan. I picked them up and created my very first master piece. I started the spike movement. Stiff little hills with deep valleys all over my head.
My mother took me to a hair dresser to get my head shaved so that it would be the same length all over. After that I never had hair below my shoulders.
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