When I Am Old My Hair Color Will Be…

Years ago, 25 to be exact, my then husband and I took a much-needed weekend trip to Branson. It was the fall of the year and I remember thinking we would miss the family crowds as all the children would be in school. What I learned was that Branson, in the fall, is for Sr. citizens! They travel there in throngs, millions and millions of RV’s (okay, maybe I’m embellishing a bit), driving very slowly through the beautiful fall foliage of the Ozark mountains.
I’m sure there was a little rest, relaxation and romance that weekend. But that’s not what I remember. What I remember is this, a life lesson.
We were at a music show (what Branson is known for), and were possible the only 20something aged people in a crowd of seniors. And there, after taking our seats, it hit me. All I could see, everywhere I looked was white hair, grey hair, blue hair and bald heads. (probably even a toupee or two, that I don’t remember) But in the midst of this sea of frumpy heads was one lady with shocking red hair! Not orange, not pink, but a very well-chosen red. On that day, I decided that was going to be me.  I will be unique.   And when I am old my hair color might quite possibly be…Mahagony!  (I’ve tried it once, and it’s amazing!)

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