Let's Play Barber Shop!

As a child I was a wild one. I was always outside playing, running everywhere, and getting into mischief. To some people this wouldn't seem like a favorite childhood memory, but it's just so hilarious to me that it IS my favorite childhood memory.
When I was 5 years old, I had long black hair down to my bottom. My best friend at the time was my neighbor, Candy, and she had long platinum blond hair down to her bottom. Well, one day we were really bored and couldn't find anything to do. We had gone through every room in my house, climbed every tree in our yards, went down to the creek looking for frogs and toads, and we even went and played with our other neighbors farm animals and we ended up in our fort in my backyard right next to our garden. As we were sitting there thinking of what to do, I noticed from the corner of my eye, something that was fire-truck red. It was my dad's giant garden scissors.
I went and grabbed then and said, "Let's play barber shop!"
In our backyard we had trees that had a pine cone shaped body on the top of a branch and on the every tip of the pine cone looking thing were long green pine leaf looking things, they were our costumers!
We were so excited, but of course, we later on got bored and wanted something else to cut. So Candy said, "I'll cut your hair, don't move!" so we played barber shop with one another. I remember her cutting one chunk of my hair at a time; I watched it fly down slowly to the ground, like snow. Every cut she made caused our smiles to get bigger. Once she was done my hair was all uneven, my bangs started from my eyebrows and the other sides of my bangs were about 2 inches higher. The back of my hair looked like a roller-coaster, a never ending roller-coaster.
Soon it was Candy's turn, and the same thing happened hair fell to the floor like snow, every cut of hair made our smiles bigger, and our haircuts were like never ending roller-coasters. We finally finished and we went inside to watch some TV. As I walked in my mother walked past me and a double-take resulted. She saw what had been done; her first instinct was to cry and then came the thunder. She was mad because, my long hair was gone! Candy's mother reacted the same way. Luckily, Candy's mother worked at a salon and was able to "fix" our hair. The only thing Candy’s mother could do was make our hair boy-cut short. So from that day on, Candy and I never played with garden scissors again, plus, I wasn't allowed to touch scissors for a long time.