When I was in college, I had a 7 or 8 inch tall high-top fade. I looked like a gigantic yellow pencil with an eraser. (Stop it. It was the 80s.)

My GF at the time at the time decided to braid it all one day, so I went from a hi-top fade, to floppy, mushroom cap braids. Those eventually turned into locks, bringing us to the present. So to answer your question: my first love did my hair! She broke my heart (does that count as tenderheaded?) but the locks turned out to be forever.

Sent by gary dauphin | 8:13 PM ET | 06-05-2007

I laughed when I heard that comment also. I can recall getting my hair braided as a kid, you know so I could go swimming and not have to worry with my hair, and I tell ya, it took forever! I had really long hair as a kid, I was tenderheaded and tired of sitting on that floor while that lady braided my hair. Ohhhhhh, the things we had to do.

I went to beauty salon from a young age. My hair was nataurally curly and it was tough for my mom to wash and comb. She told me that one time she was washing my hair in the sink when I was a toddler. She said that I was crying and she was crying. My father came in the house to that noise and he said, "that girl needs to go the beauty salon." I've been going since then. I never learned how to wash my own hair. When I went away to college, I went to the beauty school or it was done by a young lady in my dorm. When I graduated and moved on my own, I included my trips to the beauty salon in my budget. To this day I go at least 3 or 4 times a month.

Oh and I am still tenderheaded. :)

Sent by ernise | 8:42 PM ET | 06-05-2007

My mother couldn't braid, but I we had a family friend that did. I remembered many Saturdays spent sitting on the floor between her legs, listening to Stephanie Mills and Donna Summer. But, like Ernise, I loved being able to play and swim. Of course, shaking those beads was a bonus!

The pain came when my mother decided to press my hair. I remember Friday nights in our kitchen watching Dallas and Falcon Crest on a 12-inch black and white TV. I don't care what she said, steam hurts!

Sent by Ronna | 10:30 AM ET | 06-06-2007

I just wanted to say that I love braids and braiding. I hated getting my mama tuckin' on my head when I was a kid but as an adult I enjoy going to sit for hours at the hairdresser to get it down right. Thanks to all the ladies who have tender fingers because they are our braiders.

Sent by A. Gabriel | 12:48 PM ET | 08-24-2007

I remember my Grandmother snatching my sister's head around when she was little and getting her head braided. When I was a senior My grandmother cornrowed my hair. It was probably one of the most excruciating moment of my life. My neck just isn't that strong!

Sent by Brian Fields | 2:11 PM ET | 08-24-2007