In my defence I couldn’t see whether it was a grey hair or not and had to pull it out for further inspection. Not that the piece came out easily. I had to tug quite hard just to remove it; it was almost as if it was embarrassed to have its existence con irmed. But why was this such a huge deal? I didn’t like the idea of getting older and this grey hair only highlighted that scary fact. I had thought for a while that I was escaping the ‘ irst grey hair’ scenario I had so dreadfully heard about. Maybe I thought I had seen one before but wasn’t entirely sure but there was no denying this little monster. I felt crushed. My ageing process had already started. I was slightly annoyed that it couldn’t wait until I was at least 20. Is this how it starts? I have already noticed a few lines around my eyes and on my forehead, as well as laughter lines. Oh what I have to look forward to in the future. And my birthday? As a delightful friend told me that I’m ‘halfway to 40’, you can imagine how excited I must have been.
Photos provided by Michelle Winter from Google Images