When I was younger, I always wanted to have Rapunzel hair. I dreamed of long golden locks shining down my back, swaying as I walked. I longed to have hair that I could do in one long braid. And I envied my sister's friend who wore a waist length plait.
Sadly though, despite all my wishing, my hair never grew that long. And probably a good thing too, considering it looked like a bird's nest all the time. And think of all the problems I could have got into with that much hair. I was the girl who got a hair brush stuck in my sister's hair because I was trying to roll it round the brush like the hairdresser.
Eventually I forgot about having long, Rapunzel style hair. The long hair I had was eventually cut off and replaced with a much easier to keep bob. I'd grown out of that dream.
Or so I thought.
It was all Tangled's fault. Rapunzel's hair was so awesome. 70 feet of hair. Can you imagine the possibilities? I certainly could. In vain did I try and persuade myself it would be terrible trouble. I wanted that 70 feet of hair for myself.
Would I have 70 feet of hair if it was even possible? To tell the truth, no. I'm content now with my shorter, manageable hair. Besides, just think of all the trouble I'd get into with a secret weapon like that!