Maddie, QLD
In grade one, I made the decision to cut my hair in front of my entire grade. It was a big moment for me, one that would later hold deep personal meaning. At just seven years old, I didn’t fully understand the significance of what I was doing, but I knew it was for something that mattered to my family and me. I was raising money for people living with Brain Cancer, a cause that had touched my life deeply because of my Grandpa, who had battled and lost his life to the disease in 2007. The idea to cut my hair off came from a place of wanting to honor my Grandpa. Although I had never met him, I had heard so many stories from my dad, grandma, and others who had known him. I could feel his absence in the way my family spoke about him—with love, respect, and a deep sadness. I wanted to connect with that memory, to feel like I was doing something that mattered for him, even though I never had the chance to know him in person. On that day at school, I stood in front of my year level, outside full of my classmates watching as my beautiful neighbour carefully cut my hair. I didn’t hold the scissors myself, but I was a part of the moment, fully aware that this act was a way of remembering Grandpa and contributing to something bigger than myself. My long hair fell away as the scissors snipped, and I felt a wave of mixed emotions—nervousness, excitement, and a sense of purpose. It wasn’t just about donating my hair; it was about remembering him and standing up for those still fighting the same battle. Raising $2,000 that year felt like a huge achievement. As I grew older, I realised it wasn’t just about the money or the hair—it was about the people we’ve lost and the ways we keep their memories alive. The first time I cut my hair felt like a beginning, a gesture that helped me feel connected to my Grandpa’s memory and to a cause that had become so important. Now, as I approach my 18th year without him, I think about how much I’ve grown, and how his memory continues to shape me. I’m planning to cut my hair again, this time with even more purpose, knowing that it’s not just a gesture—it’s a way to stand with those who are still fighting, just like my Grandpa did.
