Before being herded off to kindergarten circa mid 1960's, one of my favorite things was to go to Emma's Beauty Salon with my mother. No one but Emma could touch her hair.
It was a twice weekly event, no kidding. The woman who birth me was incapable of washing her own hair. I saw and had to clean up the results once when she attempted it at home. Saturday were for the full treatment, because that was going out to dinner night. Mid week was a comb out. I still went with her Saturdays up until about 2nd grade.
I would sweep hair, sniff chemicals and read movie magazines (I was the only 6 year old I knew who was au courant with the Liz/Dick/Eddie triangle).
Each month I would excitedly wait to see the "Hair Style of the Month" on the wall calendar.
I remember choking on a wintergreen hard candy while looking at something like the 3rd one.