Sally dyed a big purple/pink streak in her hair when she was in high school, and my parents weren't too pleased. My dad said something along the lines of "You are too pretty to be doing stuff like that to yourself." We all three had our small stylistic rebellions, and our parents didn't say much because we made good grades and in general behaved ourselves:) But I was always jealous of that streak in Sally's hair and have talked for years about getting one done. Losing my dad has made me sit back and look at my life, and I have decided that I am not going to be a big-talker as Sally would say. If I have dreamed about doing something...then I am going to do it. Piano lessons. Fine woodworking classes. And even electric pink streaks in my hair.
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