When I was 5 years old, my sister decided to get married. She wanted me to be the flower girl. I was not super thrilled as I had to wear a dress but I was convinced once she told me there was going to be food.
I hated having bangs. They were always too long and got in my face. I tried to ask mom to cut them but mom was busy doing something on her computer so I cut them myself. Evey time I cut them however, they were crooked, so I cut them shorter. And shorter. And shorter. And shorter, until finally they were just little nubs sticking out of my hairline.
My sister was not amused.
In the end I had to wear a big floppy white hat the whole wedding, because I could not be caught in one of the pictures without it.
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