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Hair Washing


I don't remember what brought this to mind recently, but when I was a little kid I hated having my hair washed. I think I was four, five, six years old . . . and my mom would have me lay on the washing machine on my back, hanging my head out over the washtub.


She would scrub my scalp with a vengeance. It hurt! In hindsight, I think she was actually getting out some of her frustrations by doing this. I just knew that I didn't like having my hair washed.


Being the "oopsy" baby and knowing that my mom was busy with teaching full time, running the household, etc. I think she was less than thrilled by raising a little kid when her others were heading into their teens. I wish I'd thought to ask her about this and see how she remembered this. I don't think she was intentionally being hurtful to me.


The past is in the past. I'll put a picture of "little" me here. (I couldn't find a pic of me as a preschooler, so I just grabbed my baby pic.)


Most of my photos are on our home storage and I'm at the lake . . . with my laptop.


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