In 7th grade I became painfully aware of how "hairy" my legs were. On the bus there was this really mean kid (who, by the way, had Spock eyebrows) who always called me spider legs! I was devastated but every time I talked to my Mom about she said I was too young to shave my legs. Luckily for me at this time we lived with Grandma and my Aunt Linda who was a Senior in High School at the time and the epitome of rebellious pulled me aside one day and said "Look your Mom does not take a shower with you so if you want to shave your legs go ahead and do it!" Well that was all I needed I ran upstairs that minute jumped into the shower and began to literally HACK away the hair...unfortunately I must have grabbed an exceptionally dull razor because when I had finished I looked like I needed an ER. I did not even tell my Mom what I had done...but of course the bloody towel was a dead give away. I could tell she was mad but as the saying goes "It's easier to ask for forgiveness then permission!!!"