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The Bizarre Story of How I Became a Writer
I still can’t believe I pulled this off!
Growing up, I remember always wanting to be a hairstylist. I would comb my Barbie’s hair for hours. I would give her braids and all kinds of fun styles. Then I remember having just a doll head (it was like 8" high) on a stand, and I would play with her hair for hours, too.
I practiced my hairstyling skills with my then-best friend “Sally” (not her real name). After one bad bang trim, her mother called me a ‘screwball’ and told her never to play with me again.
Ah well. Back to my doll head.
I loved everything about hair.
Until one day, I was sure I was going to be a rock star. I loved singing and dancing (what teenager didn’t?) and would picture myself on stage in front of tens of thousands of raving fans.
According to wikiHow, it only takes 4 steps to become a rockstar. Surely, I could have pulled it off.
When one of my sisters told me I couldn’t sing, I realized that dream wasn’t going to happen.
Back to hair.
