I think my love of hair started in high school. There was this pretty girl who lived across town and took the same bus as I to and from school everyday. I would always try and sit behind her and I would stare at her hair the whole ride. Usually I would also put my hand up on the back of her seat so if she sat back or moved my hand would be buried in her beautiful mane. It was so soft and smelled great. It was poker straight,blond,and shiny and when the sun hit it it would glow. I remember like it was yesterday,and I think that's why my love of hair is still alive.

Anyone else care to share thier story?