Narrative Essay About Teenage Rebellion

Teenage rebellion. It is a common milestone that many teenagers cross at some point in their lives. Some teenagers sneak out to parties, others date boys their parents would not approve of, all in the name of rebellion. I crossed my teenage rebellion milestone at the young age of eighteen. Almost immediately after I turned eighteen I moved out on my own. I was finishing up my senior year of high school and angry at the world, more specifically, my parents. What better way to curb my anger than to rebel?

Filled with teenage angst and a palm full of money I stood before the doors of a hair salon. I soon found myself sitting in the salon chair at my favorite beauty shop getting a trim. As I gazed into the mirror a memorable idea crossed my

I realized that I could express myself through other means of expression, such as my hair. At almost twenty years old I will never forget the reactions that my new look gave the people who knew me. Friends and family alike were shocked at my new hair. The most common response I received was, "This doesn't look like you!" Of course, almost all amended with, "But it looks good!" My most favorite reaction was of course from the person this new style was brought on by.

As I walked into my dad's home, he met me in greeting at the front door. The moment he noticed my hair was palpable by his facial expressions. Many looks ran across his face before he picked up a long lock on my shoulder. Almost as quickly as he picked the hair up, he released it. I could not help the huge grin that was splayed across my face. He did not have anything to say about my new look, the silence was enough.

Since then I have had many hair styles and many different looks. All in the name of expressing myself. Now I am a more confident and expressive person than I was before my most rebellious act. I look back on that memory with fondness, thanking myself I chose to dye my hair instead of dating a bad