Let me tell you a little secret. You wouldn?t know it by looking at my photo, but I?ve been completely gray since High School. What?s surprising is, I started to see gray patches in my hair even earlier than High School. In fact, in the 8th grade, my friends brought it to my attention in gym class. I?ll never forget the day they all hovered around me to point out each gray strand starting to form around my head. Soon, I started to see more gray showing around my hair line, then larger patches on the front and sides of my head. ?I Felt like an Old Man Inside a Kid?s Body!? And that?s when the name calling started. Sadly, the nickname that stuck with me all through my teens was, ?Grandpa.? How embarrassing… Looking at my family, I knew where the premature gray gene was coming from. My Mom, Grandmother, Aunts, Uncles and cousins all grayed early. And completely gray or (white- headed) by the time they finished High School! I thought, there was no way I was going to subject myself to that scrutiny for the rest of my life. So, I started dying my hair. That seemed to be a simple fix and one I vowed to maintain. Yep! Even after my hair started to fall out from the constant chemical processing, I still dyed my hair. I figured, I?d rather be bald than gray. I heard some chicks dig bald guys. But, I?ve never heard anybody being attracted to a white-haired, high school kid.