"We could braid our hair!"

I went to a small country school growing up. It was sheltered and isolated, much like my childhood and thoughts. Everything was so innocent and candid. 

One day in first grade, three college students (two male and one female) came to speak to us about drugs. 

The put us into groups, and all of the girls were place with the female college student.

She didn't have any hair. At that age, I didn't know what things like cancer or alopecia were. 

She asked us what we could do with our friends at a sleepover instead of doing drugs. Without thinking, I raised my hand and said, "We could braid our hair!" 

I realized what I said a second too late and saw the look on her face. Never had I felt so stupid, so inconsiderate, so ashamed. Nothing will ever take away how loathsome I felt that day.

I'm 22 years old now. That memory stick will me and will never go away.