I gave my first hair cut at age 5.....unfortunately it was to myself. Being a fashion conscience girl I had wanted bangs, and my mom said no, so I took matters into my own hands. Locked in my bedroom with mom's big orange handled scissors (you know the ones I am talking about) I went to work. The results didn't turn out as good as I had hoped. Mom took me to get it fixed and when I was done showed me how much I resembled a picture of my great grandfather dressed up as Little Lord Fauntleroy. And so began my relationship with scissors............
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