Ever since I can remember, doing hair was my dream. Sometimes that’s all it starts with, is a dream. I remember my dad buying me a plastic playdough doll for Christmas one year. The head of the doll was able to be removed, play dough shoved inside, rotate her arm, and her hair grows. She came with a play set of scissors, and I was able to cut her hair. That grew into always imagining people with different hair colors or styles other than their own. I taught myself how to braid hair by thinking about how to do it laying in bed one night, in the dark. I reached for one of my baby dolls that had long hair, and began to braid it. I set the doll on my night stand to look at the results in the morning. The next morning, the results were braided hair. Later in my adolescence, the obsession of owning my own business started to grow. Many years later after years of hard work and dedication, my dreams started to come to fruition. Sometimes, the beginning of seeds being planted, just starts with an idea. Welcome to my dream.