When I was about 7 years old, I would get my hair cut by a lady named Ms. Glenda. I didn't like my hairstyle at all; my mother chose the style for me. I remember watching the lady cut my hair and thinking how cool my hair looked during the haircutting process; at certain points it would be spiked, pulled back, wet, all sorts of looks that were necessary for her to get to the final state, that I didn't even like. I liked those 'in between' states so much that, when I turned 10, I begged to my parents and said I wanted my hair to look like it did in the middle of getting a haircut. They agreed, and I got my hair spiked. I liked it a lot at first. but it got old after a while, and I was embarrassed I even had spiked hair. I switched to a short haircut, perfectly parted to the right. That lasted for years, but I grew out of that style too. I finally realized I like my hair when I don't worry about it, and let it be how it is when I get out of bed in the morning, and that's how I've kept it ever since.