Growing Out My Hair

I'm considering growing out my hair.  Like, really growing it out.  

I've never had the endurance to grow it out, properly speaking, though I've always been curious to see what I would look like with hair past my shoulders.  A little piece of me has dreamt of having long locks since I first saw Tommy on Power Rangers.  

I can still vividly recall how completely my six-year-old self was enthralled by his luscious mane.  I made the mistake of mentioning how cool Tommy's hair was, which led to my father forbidding us from watching Power Rangers.  He said it was because the show was too violent (laughable, I know), but I knew it was because of Tommy's hair.  

My dad always hated long hair on men, and he defined long hair as anything over the ears.  He particularly hated it when his own son grew his hair out to any significant degree.

"Isn't it about time for a haircut?" he'd prod, much less subtly than he imagined.

Being the non-confrontationist that I am, I would eventually give in and cut it.  Now that he's gone, I imagine I'll be able to stick to it. 

I'd much rather get a haircut.