There Once Was A Girl...

"There once was a girl

Who had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead.

When she was good

She was very very good

But when she was bad she was horrid."

I don't know who actually wrote this. I want to say Mother Goose. One day, when I was little (maybe 10), I noticed a curl. This was strange for me because my pin straight hair never curled for anyone, and yet there it was, right in the middle of my forehead. I was so happy about it! Of course I showed it to my mother and she immediately quoted the above Nursery Rhyme. I loved it even better! I had a poem to go with my curl! Of course I didn't like to think that I could ever be "horrid". I wondered what "horrid" would look like. Mostly I pictured screaming and whining and stomping feet. 

Time passed. Some days my curl would visit, but mostly things stayed straight. I decided that when the curl appeared it was giving me permission to be "horrid". One curly day I tried to think of what to do - that lasted all of 30 seconds! It was way to much work to try and think up ways to be mean, nasty, and horrid! I just went ahead as usual, no screaming, no whining, no stomping feet. After that I decided I wanted to be more like the "very very good" part, and left it at that.

More time passed, years and years. The curl came back every now and then but never stayed for long. This year is different. My curl seems to be visiting for an extended vacation. What is going on?! One spot of frizzy curl, standing out for all to see! It will be interesting to see how long his lasts.