Locks of my hair
The summer of my freshman year in college I went to my aunt, who owned a beauty salon, and asked her to cut my hair short. I had very long hair and was beginning to get tired of it. I was spending much of the summer at the beach and I wasn't looking forward to washing my hair every day. After I told her how short I wanted it cut, she grabbed two rubber bands, tied my hair in a ponytail and with scissors in hand she snipped! Then she handed me the ponytail as a memento of my first ever short-short haircut. I've kept the locks all these years and I find it amazing that they haven't been lost in the seven times I've changed homes since that summer of 1972.