Summer children's camp 1971- part 2. by Domko

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I recommend reading the first part: Summer children's camp 1971.
Three weeks at the children's summer camp passed quickly. My hair but John's and Lea's have grown about 1/2 inch since the last cut. I was glad that the white scalp was no longer visible. I wondered how long it would take for my hair to grow back to the way I had it before I got my haircut at Clements Barber Shop.
The camp is over. The bus brought us to the parking lot, where mother and father John and Leo were waiting for us. After the welcome, we went to the car, loaded our luggage. Before we got into the car, the boys' father said. Guys, you should get your hair cut now. My mother said: That is an excellent idea. I started protesting that I didn't want to go to Clements barber shop anymore and I wanted to have long hair like I used to. At that the boys' father grabbed my shoulders, leaned towards my face and said in a stern voice. Nobody cares what kind of hair you want. You will do what adults tell you, you know that! The car was driven by the boys' father.
We stopped near Clements barber shop. In front of the barber shop, I tried to talk my mother down one more time, but the boys' father painfully grabbed my ear and pushed me into the barber shop. We waited for more than half an hour when the barber announced another please. Today I was ordered to be the first to get my hair cut. The barber built a high wooden chair for children. When the barber wrapped me in a sheet, he asked, how are we going to cut this child's hair today? The boys' father said he wanted the boys to get summer haircuts. John opened his mouth in amazement at what he heard. The barber asked if everything is gone? The boys father said: use #1 on the top of the head. I didn't know what these gentlemen were talking about. The barber wasted no time and started cutting my hair. He cut my entire head with one of the blades of the electric clippers. It must have been short because I felt the warm air of the electric motor of the scissors blowing on my head. When he turned off the stand, he moistened the entire back of my head and the sides of my head. He made foam in the container using a brush and applied it to his head. He gradually scraped off the foam. When I could jump off the chair, I wanted to look in the mirror, but my view was obscured. Father has already helped Leo replace me in the high chair. I went over the nape of my neck, which was smooth. Then I ran my palm over the top of my head. My palm gently scratched the stubble. I couldn't wait for Leo's haircut to see today's scalping.
When a clean-cut Leo took the waiting chair next to me, I made sure that today was a truly humiliating short haircut. Leo had stubble about 3/32 inch long on the top of his head and the rest of his head was clean shaven. His shaved head was shiny. It was a very short humiliating hairstyle. When we left the barbershop, the boys' father said, boys, thank Erick for today's haircut. It's a haircut for punishment, for his bad behavior. Then he put his arm around my shoulders and said: Erick, would you like to have long hair again and go to the barber who cuts women's hair? I timidly said: Yes sir. But then I learned something that didn't please me at all: The boys' father told me: Erick, your mother and I agreed that from now on you will go to Clements barber shop with John and Leo.

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