Having a mom who loves long hair, thus having her be totally cool with your thigh-length ponytail in middle and high school: pretty nifty.

Having to shove said mass of mane-thick black hair into your helmet every time your marching band performs somewhere, because some rule says nobody can have hair hanging outside their caps, then march through sweltering heat for a few hours: less nifty.

Still, earned me my own mini-superpower by the end of it, if “never collapsing as long as you can hear music” counts.