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5-year Old Me as a Hairdresser

I guess I was 5, maybe 4 at the point when I decided to play as a hairdresser. I had regular paper scissors as the main tool, I just needed customers. Luckily for my friends, the urge to be a hairdresser occurred, when no one was around. So, I took my dolls. I mostly clipped the ends, and the haircuts were hardly visible. However, one doll needed a proper haircut, as I thought at that moment. I remember my mother entering the room, when I was almost done. She asked me what the hell I was doing. It was pretty obvious. I tried to reassure my mother – no worries, the hair will grow. She was skeptical about it. I waited several months for the doll’s hair to grow. No luck. They never did…


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