Were you blond/blonde in your childhood?

[Batavia]

I was blonde and blue eyed.

[Kamal900]

A few month old baby(on the right):


Me at 5 years old:


Met at 8 years old:

[Jana]

...

^^^^you had similarities with me

[Harkonnen]

^^^^you had similarities with me

I just knew it was very easy to pick which one I was from the pic.

[itilvolga]

Like Väinämöinen I was born as a fully mature person. As a sign of this maturity when I was born my hair was blond. Blond hair reminds us of old people, as this is the color most of us get when we reach very old age. It is therefore a sign of wisdom and regality. Gandalfs hair was grey because his soul was down to earth, and he wanted to hid his true regality, and work in the shadows. But when the final battle closed in, Gandalf went supersayian, he did not need to hid his true nature and wisdom anymore.
As was said, I was born with maturity and calm and wisdom. I never cried or caused trouble, I was kind and considerete. According to my mother I was the perfect baby. Now, I will admit, that the wicked World has left its marks on me, and nowadays my character flaws are a-plenty, and my hair is the color of a rat, but as a baby my soul was pure, and old.

Chinky (I am not gonna read this bullshit btw)

[Harkonnen]

Chinky (I am not gonna read this bullshit btw)

What can I say. I lost my golden hair. I lost my maturity and wisdom, and mongoloid eyes. And now as the sun and the moon are together at the sky, all that is left is smoke from those burnt memories lingering at the ruins, with barely enough warmth to keep my hands warm. But as the ashen-dust rains quietly over the mountains, it feels good to warm my hands at the ashes of my memories, and know, that you read my bullshit, and your butt is hurting as hell, because in your petty heart you know, that all that I wrote is 100 PERCENT FACT

[Celestia]

I never realized how many poets we had on TA.

[nittionia]

Ya since birth

[Seya]

no, I always had dark brown hair

[itilvolga]

What can I say. I lost my golden hair. I lost my maturity and wisdom, and mongoloid eyes. And now as the sun and the moon are together at the sky, all that is left is smoke from those burnt memories lingering at the ruins, with barely enough warmth to keep my hands warm. But as the ashen-dust rains quietly over the mountains, it feels good to warm my hands at the ashes of my memories, and know, that you read my bullshit, and your butt is hurting as hell, because in your petty heart you know, that all that I wrote is 100 PERCENT FACT

Oh haha i am not gonna read this bullshit again