Yes, once. When I was about 11, and I cut a huge baldy patch into my head, which meant I got the day off school. My dad was so ashamed.
When I was around 6 or 7 years old, I was at a friend's house and we were in the back yard building things out of popsicle sticks and Elmer's glue. I got a blob of glue in my hair right around the center of my forehead. I thought I was going to get in trouble, so I had my friend cut off the patch of hair that had glue on it. I didn't think my mother would notice. Of course, she noticed immediately because I had a half-moon shaped patch of hair missing. Fortunately, my mother was a hairdresser so she was able to trim my hair so that it didn't look so bad. This was back around 1970 or 71 when life was so much simpler . . .