Between kindergarten and first grade, my mother made me cut off my hair. I was allowed to keep my ponytail, and for many years it was pinned to a bulletin board in my bedroom. When my mother died, my brothers and I found boxes in her home of things we had saved or she had saved for us. The boxes were labelled with our names. I kept mine for a long time before I opened them. Mine contained letters, school papers, drawings, my frog dissection kit, some dolls I made, and this ponytail.