Haircut

I remember one night being woken up by my mom, who told me that the neighbors had gotten in a fight, and that their kids were going to spend the night. The next thing I know I'm scooting over to share my bed with the neighbor girls. The next morning when they woke up they went home. They left us one thing, LICE! I knew what this meant my hair was going to get chopped off, and chopped off not by my mom, but by my dad. He took me outside took my shirt off in front of the neighbors boys, and proceeded to cut my hair like a boy with electric hair clippers. I was mortified, I just covered myself with my hands while my dad gave me a boy haircut. After the haircut they poured kerosene over my hair and wrapped it in a plastic bag, until they felt all the lice were dead. The burning sensation on my scalp was unbearable, but I didn't dare cry or complain, why add a whipping on top of public humiliation, and scalp burning. I waited til I was alone before I cried, I knew I would get laughed at for my hair cut at school, but what else was new I was already the outcast. I would just have to put on my school personality, more about that later. To this day I hate seeing little girls with short hair cuts