As a child of the 1970s, my dream was to have hair like Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin – a long, flowing mane that embodied a cool I never could achieve. Some of us clung to the idea that our hair was a link to youth, even when the hair in question began to thin. It was a blur of emotions. You feel nervous, vulnerable, giddy, embarrassed and proud – all at once. Your family is there. Everyone is watching with smiles and tears in their eyes while you go bald. What a beautiful experience.
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