When my brother and I were little my parents never let us use scissors. They always thought we would cut ourselves. Well, it wasn’t scissors this time. I was four years old and I let my brother cut my hair. A bad haircut taught me to not let my brother cut my hair anymore.
Twelve years ago I was getting ready for an Atlanta Braves baseball game. My brother and I were getting dressed to go and my mom and I were putting my shoes on my feet. After putting my shoes on, my mom told me to go brush my teeth and my hair.
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and my hair. I looked at my brother and asked if it looked okay. He looked at my hair and said, “No, I can fix it.” My brother then told me to go find a little chair. He looked at me and
Twelve years ago I was getting ready for an Atlanta Braves baseball game. My brother and I were getting dressed to go and my mom and I were putting my shoes on my feet. After putting my shoes on, my mom told me to go brush my teeth and my hair.
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and my hair. I looked at my brother and asked if it looked okay. He looked at my hair and said, “No, I can fix it.” My brother then told me to go find a little chair. He looked at me and