It's been eleven years since I've had hair long enough to pull back into a pony-tail. Recently, I've noticed how perturbed I become when I am unable to create a pony-tail without bumps. In other words, I want all of the hair leading up to the rubber band to be smooth. Of course the picture above is not me, it is my niece Avery. This weekend, Avery asked my mom to put her hair into a pony-tail. After completing the job, my mom asked if she minded the obvious bumps that had been created. Avery didn't quite grasp what the hell my mother was talking about and wasn't the least concerned with a random bump or two.
Mom then informed me of how I would go mad if there was the slightest abnormality in my pony-tail when I was Avery's age. Evidently, I would insist that she redo the entire thing until my head was devoid of anything resembling a bump. Of course, like other things in my childhood, I have no recollection of this. I know she's right, however, because an errant bump in the last few months has sent me back into the shower to wash my hair on more than one occasion.
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