With all of the recent meditative energy flowing out of my soul as of late, I have begun looking back on fond childhood memories and instances that forever changed me. One of these moments was the day my mother introduced me to conditioner. Maybe it has to do with my being up north that spurred the thought of this changing day- as this day occurred in our late up north cabin right next door to our more recently built up north house. Whatever it is, I feel the need to share it for several reasons. First, I'm still a little bitter that my mom held off on introducing me (a tangled headed darling) to such an innovative product- I was already nearing 5. Secondly, life-changing moments where the world suddenly made a little more sense are rare and should be reflected upon, as they probably helped to build you into the person you are today.
The day started like any other. It was summertime and I had just spent a long afternoon building retirement sandcastle communities for minnows and small frogs that crossed my path on the beach. As it grew nearer to the dinner hour, I retreated back to our cabin. Though weary from a day of construction, I immediately jumped in the shower due to a very real fear of developing some form of swimmer's itch (there's always a lot of goose poop in Walloon Lake- adds to the charm). Because of my young age - though I was remarkably mature- my mother assisted me. Noticing how wretched my hair had become she grabbed a bottle of something that I had never seen before. It was conditioner. In an instant after applying, there was not a tangle to be found. I was impressed. More than impressed. I wanted more. It was magic. A miracle! Unfortunately, my mother told me to use it sparingly. Yea right. I used globs of it as soon as my bathing was no longer supervised. I still do. It’s still a miracle.
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