In my family red hair is very valued.
Both my parents were redheads, as was my grandmother, one of my
grandfathers, etc and few of the grandchildren have red hair.
I'm actually the only grandchild in my mother's family, and there are only a
few in my father's family.

When I was 14 I dyed my hair jet black (funny, I found out years later that
my father did the same thing when he was about 20 or so)

I'm sorry to say that when my family saw my hair they all looked like they
were going to cry.  When my father finally saw it two inches of red had
grown out and I had a red 'skunk' stripe down the middle of my scalp.

My grandmother said I should just be happy with what God gave me because so
many people would love to have the hair I had.

Now a days my kids will ask about the white hair at my temples and ask why I
don't dye it.  I guess I'm just happy with what God gives me.
Though I have to admit that from time to time (maybe about once a year, or
once every two years) I will pick out a VERY red shade and dye my hair
brighter.  It washes out in a few weeks, but never has covered the 'white'.

I like sporting a new shade once in a while, but I'd never do the jet black
again.

See, what they say about 'once you go black you never go back' is a fib  LOL