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My Hair Is Worth More Than Gold

Check out our channels in your favorite language Spanish https://bit.ly/3ljA5lO German https://bit.ly/2QnDRfw French https://bit.ly/2QqWbV6 Our second channel Story Time Animated 2 https://bit.ly/34E34uR “Can I have some gummy worms mommy?” “No Juliet. We only have money for instant noodles today. And besides, gummy worms are bad for your teeth.” “But I likesss them mommy!” When I was a toddler I always gave my mom a hard time in the store. I didn’t really understand that we were poor and what it really meant when people lived in a trailer park. I thought they were just fun, cool boxes and we were all just one big happy family. Everyone loved me there – I think I was everyone’s favorite kid. The thing they loved most about me though was my hair. It was soft, golden and looked exactly like the perfect hair in the shampoo commercials even though we had no money for hair products most of the time. The strangest thing about my hair was that it wouldn’t stop growing! While most babies were born looking like bald headed aliens, I was born with a perfect head of hair. By the time I was a week old, my hair was longer than I was. My mom would have to cut it off every morning after my bath but by the next day, it would have already grown back. Eventually I used my hair to take us out of the trailer park and into Beverly Hills – but you have to keep watching to find out how! No one knew why my hair kept growing and growing. Sometimes my mom would let it get really long for fun and this was exciting for everyone in the trailer park. The women liked to try different silly hairstyles on me. Or sometimes they’d let the neighborhood kids play games with it. I’d stand in the middle of five trees then they’d part my hair into five and tie each part to a tree. Then they’d just play limbo with it or find something else silly to do. I didn’t mind because it was fun for me too. My best friend was Jason. We were the same age and as we got older, we started to understand that we were both poor. Our parents sent us to school for the first time when we were already seven years old. We should have been in the second grade but we had to sit in kindergarten with all the little kids because we didn’t know how to read or write. It was embarrassing because the kids our age would always tease us at recess. School was just a horrible experience overall – they called us names like ‘the trailer park kids’ and ‘Mr. and Mrs. Hillbilly’. It didn’t help that we only had about three outfits and one pair of old shoes.