Flashback Friday: Matt's Red-turn-Pink Hair

I mentioned my cousin, Matt, in my last Flashback Friday. We grew up best buds. My family moved to El Paso when I was 7, and the Brackens, my cousins, lived there. I remember when we moved there, I was just BARELY shorter than him. It was my goal to get taller than him. Yeah, that never happened. He's now 6' 1" and I am 5' 3".

Well, junior year in high school we decided to die his hair fire-engine red. I know, you've read a flashback of me cutting my BFF, Shannon's hair, my bend-over story, and now Matt. We bought the die, and went to work at his house. It actually turned out. Well, I guess that depends what you consider "turn out". It was bright red. He was stoked. Paul, his dad....NOT SO MUCH. Anyone that knows my uncle, Paul, knows what "not so much" really means he was MAD. I quickly snuck out the front door to drive home. I'm the daughter Paul never had. I type that laughing out loud because when I've told him that, I think he said I was the pest he never had. Or something like that.

So...the red hair was pretty cool until Matt washed his hair a few times. Then it was PINK. He went to prom with pink hair. He was still proud of it. Eventually, it turned like a strawberry blond, and finally, it grew out.

Here we are with our guitars. This picture was taken for a song contest we entered (in high school).