Memory Lane Friday: Bad Hair Day

I don't recall any specific bad hair days.  When I was little, I had a lot of hair.  I'm not really sure where it went.  Sometime during adolescence it changed from thick, tangled, and straggly to thin, flat and.....straggly.  I used to have more hair than I knew what to do with.

I remember my mom chasing me around the house with a brush.  She actually didn't stop doing this until halfway through college. 

I've never been one of those people who wishes for the hair they don't have.  My hair is as straight as it comes, but I wouldn't have it any other way.  At least it's easy to manage.