Argumentative Essay: What Happens When I Dye My Hair?

Disagreeing, or arguing with people, is part of life. Every day we argue, fight, and clash opinions with others to a tiring amount, from the day we can to talk to the day we die. Because i am still young, most of my disagreements and fights are not that far apart chronologically. A few of the arguments I have had (mostly with my parents) are whether or not I could dye my hair, if I broke something or not, and if my actions were acceptable.
Like most kids at one point, I asked my mother if I could dye my hair. And she, very quickly, shut it down and said no, much to my disappointment. She said it was because I was too young, and I told her that was dumb, it was just hair. Now, my Dad didn’t care either way, like most father figures would. But, luckily for me, after me asking for a year or two, having my Dad on board, and being a little bit older, my Mom agreed. We went out, bought some dye, and bleached half of my hair and colored it red. There’s a funny thing about hair dye. You do it once and then you have to continue to do so to make sure it looks okay. So, I’d basically sucked my Mom into it at that point. Since then, I’ve had pinkish red ends, crimson, purple, blonde, and blue hair, and will probably will have more in the future (I already have

This is not a select few, either. The majority of kids are the same, including me. I remember being very young, maybe around the ages of three and five, and hitting my brother over the head with a Barbie doll while in the backseat of my Mother’s car. Again, I was a young child. I didn’t understand the things around me. Now of course, my Mom yelled at me, and had me apologize. At the time I thought it was illogical, but now, this is one of the rare moments in my life where I agree with my mother, that what I did d needed to be corrected(vocab replacem) and told what I did was not okay behavior. This showed me later on how to act and to not replicate the same