My hair was to my waist until I started swimming on a daily basis and the chlorine managed what one of the more radioactive bits of the Irish Sea hadn't and ruined it. Now it's in a mad chin-length anime-type cut, but one day it will be long again. And if I'm really lucky, it'll grey in the same silver front/pewter back pattern that my aunt's has.

My uncle's stepmother always wore her hair in a crown around her head. It came to her knees when it was loose (to this day, my mother talks about the first time she saw that with awe) and she never cut it short, even when she was in her eighties and it would have been easier for her, because his dad always loved to do it for her. That was their way of being demonstrative.