Me, circa 2000 in front of the house I now live in. At the time I was visiting a friend (who is now my wife) and her daughters, then 9 and 11, wanted to braid my hair. I said ok, and after about an hour and a half they gave up. My wife's sister, who's a hairdresser and also happened to be there that day finished the job. Can't remember how many braids she eventually put in, but I took it out after two weeks. The hair's much shorter now, and no longer on my face.