The first time that I can recall of ever getting my hair straightened was for the day of my first communion. At the time I was about 9-12 years old. I remember my mother taking me to a local salon and whispering in my ear " te vas a ver preciosa en los fotos". As me and my mother walked into the salon, I wondered what kind of hairdo I was about to get. The stylist I was assigned to was very nice, she was older , probably around 56. She was a bit on the heavy side and she was the type of older women who didn't believe hat any type of clothing can be considered too tight to wear. Moving forward and skipping the hair wash I now was seated on the chair in her post. I remember her combing my very damp and hair and then a pair of scissors appeared in her hand. Snippity snip snip she began cutting my hair, a tragic loss for a little girl because I loved having my hair long. After she was done with cutting my hair she began blow drying it, I hated it due to the fact that at times I felt that she was burning my scalp. Once she was done styling my hair, I looked at my self in the mirror and I was not pleased with what was done to my hair. My bangs were cut wrong, they were not leveled and the fresh hair cut had made my ends thicker then I remembered. I remember that day going to my first communion and feeling miserable, I have the pictures to prove it. So not only was this the first time that I could remember getting my hair straightened out but it was also my first experience in getting a bad hair cut.