The hats we wear

I never really liked the idea of wearing a hat. I don't like hats. Except cowboy hats. Those ones I like. The wider brim and they fit just right. Not too snug, but they're hard to knock off someone's head. They don't come off very easily when the wind blows over the rich dark earth. 
But . . . I don't really like hats. I like my hair to be free. Rocking that wind-swept look and then it all blowing back in my face. I don't want it to be trapped under a hat. Let it be free. Going wild. Taking a chance. Who cares if its a bad hair day? I certainly don't!