I was born with a full head of dark, curly hair.
In my first decade, my hair grew fast and my mother used to cut my hair with a bowl on my head.
In my second decade, my favored haircuts were crewcuts and flattops.
In my third decade, I was a hippie, grew my hair long, and let my freak flag fly.
In my fourth decade, my thick, wavy hair started to thin out and my forehead got larger.
In my fifth decade, my hair started to turn gray.
In my sixth decade, my combover was suspect.
In my seventh decade, I gave up and started shaving my head.
Note: None of these photos, except the one below, is of the real Fandango.