I remember the fantastic backyard we had at 700 North in Provo.  I enjoyed playing in the sandbox, the playhouse and the big cement court.  I played in the sandbox somedays for hours. 

One day I ran into the house yelling, “Mom, the devil’s going to get me!  I found him.”  Mom came running out to see that I had dug deep and found a stick with hairs on it. 

Mom had cut John’s hair in the sandbox and that was his hair.