Confession time

When I was eight I decided I really wanted a bowl cut, so I did what any other kid with no sense would do and took scissors to my own hair in the bathroom. About halfway through the enterprise I realised the style I envisioned wouldn't work with my hair type, so I abandoned the whole project and ended up with half a crooked bowl cut for some months.

And I liked it. Of course, it was '87 so it didn't look so unusual.