Fig On A Stick

On my very first full day of summer vacation my mom announced that I needed a haircut, "just a trim," she said. She said it would be nicer during the summer to have shorter hair to take care of. At this point in my ten years, my hair was half-way down my back and my bangs were finally beginning to grow out. I had decided that since I am now ten years old, I should not have bangs any more. Bangs were for single digit kids, not someone of my age. My mom sat me outside in the backyard and took out her scissors. My mom did not work at a beauty salon like Shelly's mom, she was just an ordinary mom. I guess if Shelly's mom was cutting my hair I wouldn't feel as bad, but I didn't quite know if my mom knew how to cut hair. Sure, I saw her cut my brother's hair, but how hard can that be to cut boys hair? I should have known it wasn't a good idea when my dog Sam ran and hid and soon as he saw my mom with the scissors. You see, a few months ago, Sam was also told he needed just a "trim." Being a black poodle, Sam had beautiful curls all over his little body. After his "trim" he no longer had any of his beautiful curls, he looked more like a sheep that had gotten sheared. As I sat outside my mom began to snip away. The haircut seemed to be taking a longer time than I had imagined it should. My mom seemed especially puzzled by my bangs. I must not have been sitting up straight because when my mom finally finished and I looked in the mirror, I saw what was causing her to be exasperated. I looked at what used to be the bangs that I had been trying to grow out since I had turned ten. I didn't have to worry about bangs any more, there were only a few hairs sticking straight out where my my bangs used to be. The back of my hair was not much better, from hair that was down the middle of my back, I now had barely enough hair to cover my ears. It seemed a little jagged in places, but always looking on the bright side I thought, "at least it's summer and I don't have to go to school." Now I'm not quite as excited about my tenth summer as I had once been. It wasn't starting out as great as I had hoped it would. Now I had short, zig zaggy hair with no bangs. I was quite a sight to behold, but I vowed that this would be a summer to remember, if I had only known what a summer it was truly going to be!