I remember when I was a little guy, first my Grandma gave us cuts, later on dad give all of us boys a buzz cut. Dad cut my hair up till I was in my late 20's and even though I no longer wanted a buzz cut, dad cut it the way I liked. In the summer we would set up a chair out in the yard. later in life I cut dads hair as mom didn't want to any more. In the early 90's. I put my two daughter's up to cutting dad's and my hair. I loved it and so did dad. Regardless of how crooked it may have looked, I wore it that way till the next cutting. Normally it was some real good cutting from 8 to 12 year old girl. They took there time and tried there best to make it right. Today, I go to the local salon, But man, I can't wait for one of my grandkids to cut my hair. I think it's good for them to be able to try to do something for some one else. My wife and I are going visiting next week and even though I don't need a cut, I'm taking the clippers.