A few minutes ago I finished applying mascara to my eyelashes. I am thankful to still have my eyelashes. “Why is that?” you might ask. Applying mascara to my lashes was not on my radar when I was a young girl many years ago – but cutting off my eyelashes was. I don’t know what possessed me to do it. I suppose it was a lazy summer day and I must have been really bored. Whatever the reason, I took a pair of scissors in hand and (since I still have my eyes today) I suppose I must have closed my eyes tightly as I proceeded to cut off all the lashes that I could manage as my small hands maneuvered the large dressmaker scissors. After completing the procedure, I had felt especially accomplished and then tried to get my little sister to let me cut hers off too. She didn’t like the idea (thank goodness) so that was never done. All was fine until I sat down for the family’s dinner that day. My dad made the comment that something about me looked strange. Then my sister spilled the beans. She told my mom and dad that I had cut off my eyelashes and that I tried to convince her to let me cut hers also. Needless to say, I received a lecture as to how dangerous that was and that I was never ever to try such a thing again. Since that day I have let my eyelashes grow – and the longer the better!
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