My great ambition was to be a barber! I was about ll or 12 years old. I took our hair clippers outside one summer day and caught a cat. I held it in one arm and tried cutting its hair. I continued until all the cats were trimmed to my liking. One day I took my little brother Lloyd out to the smoke house, sat him in the high chair, covered him with a dish cloth, and started cutting his hair. (Mother and Daddy were gone to town.) I did such a good job of cutting his hair (I thought) and was so proud of myself. Mother and Daddy must have thought so too, because they didn’t yell at me or pass out from shock. Every other day I cut more and more off his head until he had a nice haircut like the other boys had. Bless his heart –he had to endure a lot. From that time on, I cut his hair till I left home.