Growing up with three brothers meant I was not the girliest girl in the world. My mum would dress me in frilly pink dresses but I'd still rather slide down the slope in the garden covered in mud.
When my hair was getting just long enough to look a bit more like a girl in a dress than a boy in a dress, my mum was relieved. But one day I managed to reach the door handle, sneak into her bedroom and get scissors out of the drawer. I then cut big chunks of my hair so I was left with massive patches, of generally short, but some nice strands of long hair.
My mum literally used to shout at me to put a hat on every time the doorbell went.
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