My Mum decided to take me to the hairdresser to get my hair cut. My brother wanted his hair to grow longer so he had a trim. I had a little towel put around my neck, then an apron in case my hair stuck on to me . I was very excited because I thought all my friends would like it. When I was little, about five years old, they cut my hair at the hospital. They made a hole in my head and then they put a magnet in it. They closed the hole and then they put my hearing aid on and now I can hear! I kept on crying and taking off my hearing aid because it was too loud and I hadn't got used to it. Some noises were very annoying for me like very loud noises, like parents talking. For a start I wanted to keep it quiet because I was not used to the noises. I felt unhappy and miserable. When I was six I got used to it. It soon became normal when loud noises came. Back to the hair cut. . . I sat talking to my Mom while the hairdresser cut my beautiful blonde, curly long, hair. It got shorter ond shorter. I felt very excited. My Mom was very excited too! I was jumping up and down with excitement looking at the mirror. I love my pixie hair cut.