The trouble is, this kind of haircut is supposed to shock, and cool is about rebellion. But I did this the night before going on a youth group canoe trip - not exactly the destination for a real rebel. There was no risk involved.
Plus, I got all sunburnt in a grid pattern.
And no, I didn't stop trying to be cool at that point. It took more years and more maturing and, most important, a greater understanding of who I was in God's eyes before I really stopped caring if people thought I was with it.
The earliest I was aware of cool, I believe, was second grade, when I noticed that the sixth graders at my school began to think they were cool. At the time, I realized, I am immature and might as well enjoy it while I’ve got it. When did you first become aware of cool? How have you tried, succeeded, or failed at being cool?
If your story is better told through pictures (like mine), join the uncool group at Flickr, and show off your goods. But come back and drop a line here, too!