Recently I went just a touch too long between colorings. As the roots grew out, I was aghast. Where did I get all this gray? How did it creep up on me? I had no idea it had gotten this bad. It got me thinking. Where does the color go?
My life has been filled with ups and down, happy and sad, grateful and disappointed. None of it really seemed enough to make me so gray at 42 though. So I started to look back. I found the answer in dodgeball.
I loved dodgeball and I was really good at it. Well, that's how I remember it. But maybe I wasn't any good at it. Maybe I didn't love it back then. Maybe all the color in my hair has gone into recoloring my memories to make them better than they were.
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