Imagine a scene: A young thin High School boy with long straight blond hair. He is standing in the hallway of his school looking up at a sign on the wall which reads “Buy your High School Yearbook: You will always remember the best years of your life”. Just then, he hears a voice he recognizes- “Get him!”. He reels around in time to see several boys coming at him rapidly. His heart races; he feels threatened. He runs off down the hall, panicked. He runs past the library, where another boy is quietly studying. He runs past a pennant on the wall which says “Go Tycoon$!”. Which way should he run? He knows he can’t out run them. Suddenly he is tackled. His books fly and scatter. One of the boys is sitting on top of him straddling him as several others stand watching; cheering him on. He notices that his assailant has a pair of large metal scissors. He struggles, shaking his head back and forth as the boy cuts off his hair in a ragged mess. The boy jumps off him triumphantly, holding the locks of hair as the other boys hoot. As the group runs off, the boy lays there holding his head in his hands, crying in shame.
The boy will remember this day for the rest of his life. There is no question of that. And, unless the attacker performs this feat so often that the events blur together, it is unimaginable that he could ever forget the event as well. Also, the boy sitting in the library, who is quietly studying, will be able to say, beyond a shadow of a doubt in twenty, thirty, or even forty years, that he has absolutely no doubt that he has never cut anyone’s hair during High School.