When I was a small child, my hair was bright red, curly and long. People thought I was a really cute little girl. I even carried a doll.
As some of you know, I still hold a warm spot for redheads (you see them frequently in my photo essays where there are a lot of people) and there was a period about 15-18 years ago when I became one again.
Here's a photo following one of those sandy, messy henna sessions that resulted in Red Smith with the carrot top and the (natural) salt and paprika beard, which I still hold dear.