I JUST PULLED OUT A LONG-ASS CURLY GRAY FUCKIN HAIR AND I’M NAMING IT RICK
I was fond of my first white hair, too, but it left me for a hallway rug. They’re fickle, you know.
I got my first grey hair when I was fourteen. I pulled it out, put it in a ziplock bag, and wrote the date on it. I still have it, tucked away in my box of “important stuff”, which also holds things like theatre and festival ticket stubs, random stones found on various beaches, foreign coins, final sticks of incense in that scent that is so hard to find that I couldn’t bring myself to burn, my first tabletop roleplaying character sheet, poems from elementary school friends, bus tickets from that one very awesome day, etc. I’m a bit of a pack rat.
Anyway, now I have a head full of grey hairs along with my dark ones and I’m glad to have them with me. :D We go well together!