I'm rare among redheads for having red hair and brown eyes. My earliest memories of being a redheaded child we're the absolute warmest of my life. I was loved by my entire family when I lived in California. Before my parents spit up and before flawed human organizations know as school and church.
I was oblivious to how special I really was as a little boy. My entire family loved my hair and never took me to get a hair cut once. I was soon a little 4-5 year old with red hair past my butt that billowed in the wind and shined in the sun. Butterflies and moths would land on top of my head because the sun would reflect of of my red hair and I'd look like a flower to them. I wasn't the steriotypical pissed of redhead until my life took a bad turn either, most of us aren't I find. My family recalls me running around in places like the mall or San Francisco telling complete strangers "I love you!" with an innocent smile and a bounce in my step. I'd get angry enough to shout if I was mistaken for a girl though. It didn't happen very much and my mom assured me there was nothing feminine or masculine about hair length and that boys have broad shoulders; therefore meaning someone who assumes Gender based off of hair length can't see past their own nose. I'm a leo so everything just adds up to me. I had my firery mane of red hair and I miss it so very much.
My parents split up when I was between 5-6, my story in I am left handed mentions the same turn in my life. Well yes, I had my gift of being lefthanded taken from me. And eventually I caved to the insults of the children from school in NY and cut my hair for the first time in 1st grade. I had it cut to shoulder length at first and then finally a crew cut. I never could grow it back out again. Something always stopped me and by the time I started to look back and realize how amazing I was, I was what I am now.