When I was a kid, I had very long hair, just below my thighs. At first I was very happy, I felt like a princess, but then I realized that they elementally bothered me. What to do? I decided to take the extreme measure: cut off my hair. The excuses did not take any action on the mother, so it was decided to take everything into their own hands. Of course, I was very afraid that my mother would hurt me. So I went to the bathroom and cut my hair on my shoulder. And so that Mom didn’t notice anything, she did it with the light off and the lighthouse in her hands.



I wasn’t a very smart child.