When my friend Susan saw this picture of me, she wondered if I wanted short hair as a young girl. My mother cut her four children's hair. Susan's father cut his four children's hair. Susan and I had identical haircuts. Susan lived in Indiana. I lived in California. Era: early sixties.
The simple question stopped me: Jane, did you want short hair and bangs? I never questioned it. It never crossed my mind to wonder what I might like or not like. I wanted to be someone else, otherwise there were too many details to be sorted. Whether or not I had a homemade haircut or cute long braids, was besides the point.