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I was 5 when...

I rolled down the window and felt the wind blow through my hair

I can't quite remember if it was my mother or my cousin who had spent hours hot combing my coils into the perfect straightened 'do for a photoshoot for a magazine I had been hired for.




I think it was my cousin. Yes my cousin, she was a teenager and tasked with this duty. She put me in the backseat of my dad's car when she was done and he drove me to the studio.


I don't remember much, like what was going through my mind at the time. But thinking back on it, I must have just wanted to feel free. I wanted to know the feeling of the wind combing through my hair like I had seen on tv. So I did it.




I can still feel it now as I think back on it and it brings a little smile to my face. It was so cool, it made me feel alive, so completely alive, awake and aware of my surroundings. Is it any wonder I drive a Jeep now and impatiently wait for the warm weather to peak through the cold brisk end of winter and beginning off spring to take the top off my Rita and so we can both let our hair down.



We got to the studio, my dad helped me out of the car, he was probably pondering why the hell my mom always had me going from place to place, photoshoot to photoshoot, movie set to movie set, runway to runway. He thought it was all too much for a child. His head was probably swirling so much that he didn't even realize anything odd about my hair.


Another thing about that day I'll never forget is the look on my mother's face when she saw me. I looked 100 % like Goku. I walked in with a big smile on my face, totally unaware of what I had done to my hair, still revelling in the taste of freedom I had just felt, a feeling I'd try to hold on to in the long hours ahead of catalogue posing.



My mother was mortified, embarrassed I'm sure, so very pissed at my dad. I can only imagine the words that were exchanged when I wasn't in the room.




She scolded me, I remember that, but I don't remember a single word she said. I only remember the feeling of freedom and the wind combing through my hair.



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