None of the girls ever wanted to play with my hair. In second grade, I sat, listening to the teacher read a story to our class, and each girl seemed to be paired up--quietly braiding, brushing with their fingers the hair of another. Even I was paired up--with a blonde, straight-haired girl. I ran my little fingers through her glossy hair--smiling at its texture. When it came time to switch, the girl told me, "You can't play with your hair--it's too curly."