Movie by strictsir

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My name is Dario and I was the only child of my mother. She took care of my upbringing because my father went on long business trips and was home very little. I grew up in the 70s and like most boys of that time I had long hair, covering my ears, behind my shirt collar and my bangs covering my nose. My parents were understanding of my long hair.
When I was about 13.5 years old I saw a movie where one episode really caught my attention. A boy about my age had a new stepfather. From the very beginning, the stepfather started raising the boy according to his own ideas. He took the boy to an old-fashioned barbershop, where he was cut. His hair no longer covered his ears, his bangs were cut above his eyebrows and there was no hair on the back of his head about 2 inches above his collar. The boy looked younger after the haircut. After leaving the barbershop, the boy's stepfather took him to a store where he bought him shorts, knee socks, shirts and old-fashioned high boots. With his hair cut and dressed like this, the boy looked like an 11-year-old boy.
This scene excited me a lot. I wanted to be like this boy from the movie and I wanted to experience something similar. Many times I fell asleep with the idea of going with my father to an old-fashioned barbershop and store, where I would be dressed as if I had come from the past. I was already 14 years old when I imagined the situation. I came home and told my mother that I wanted to audition for a movie. The condition, however, was that I had to wear shorts so that my thighs were visible, a solid-colored shirt and knee socks. I also had to visit an old-fashioned barbershop.
My mother encouraged me to go to the audition and we went to the store. I tried on the shorts. They were much shorter than the boy in the movie. I was worried that my shorts would stick out from under my pants. The shopkeeper solved that and offered me white briefs. The boy in the movie had those too. We bought a shirt and knee socks. My father was on a long business trip and my mother said that she wouldn't go with me to the old-fashioned barbershop. But we were going to Uncle Filip's, and I asked if he would go with me to the barbershop. He didn't like my long hair, so when my mother asked him if he would go with me to the old-fashioned barbershop, he was happy. But the next day after school, he didn't have time. But he said: I'm going to call Stanley's barbershop. The argument with the barber was as follows: Mr. Stanley, I need a 14-year-old boy to get a haircut tomorrow. But I can't bring him to you tomorrow. His name is Dario and he'll come to you at 2 p.m. The barber talked for a while and then Uncle Filip continued. Thank you, Mr. Stanley. Don't spare his hair. If there were any problems with Dario, I would be happy if you could tell me about them later. Thank you and goodbye. Then Uncle Filip told me that when he was 5 years old, his father took him to Stanley's barbershop for the first time. After that, he went regularly twice a month for a haircut. He praised Mr. Stanley, saying that he was an excellent barber. I was given instructions on how to get to the barbershop. It was on the opposite side of town from where I lived. Uncle Filip ordered me to show up when I had my haircut.
I couldn't sleep at night. I kept imagining myself going to an old-fashioned barbershop. After school, I quickly went to change out of the shorts and clothes my mother had bought me. I went to look for Stanley's barbershop.
I opened the door to the barbershop just before 2 p.m. After greeting him, Mr. Stanley asked me if I was Dario. I answered: Yes, sir. So sit on the waiting chair until your turn comes. The barbershop looked very old-fashioned, there was only one barber chair and an old, short barber of about 60 years old in a white coat. In one corner there was an old solid fuel stove in which the barber kept the fire going. There were 3 older men on the waiting chairs, waiting for their haircuts. There was a little boy sitting in the barber chair. I guessed he was about 6-7 years old. His hair was very short. I felt sorry for him that his grandfather had let him cut his hair like that.
When the barber called me to his chair, he wrapped me in a sheet and pulled it very tightly around my neck. He combed my hair. I tried to ask him for a haircut like I saw in the movie. But Mr. Stanley got angry and said, "I know how to cut you. Your father told me that yesterday." He took a large electric hair clipper from the hook. He bent my head forward sharply. I felt the cold metal on my neck. Then the barber turned on the scissors. There was a terrible sound. It was as if he was massaging my head with them. About 8 inches of cut hair started falling onto the sheet. I started to get scared. Someone opened the door to the barbershop and I felt the cold on the back of my head. A moment later, the barber was pushing my head to the right side. He was cutting the hair on the left side. I saw the ear without hair. When he finished cutting the left side, he did the same on the right side. I saw in the mirror that I had only 3/8 inch of hair on my sides. Then the barber cut the hair on the top of my head. I had less than 2 inches of hair left on the top of my head, which he combed to my right side. When the barber took out the smaller haircutting scissors, they had finer teeth. The barber pushed my head forward again. He began to cut the short hair that was left on the back of my head and on the sides of my head. After further adjustments, he applied white foam around my ears and on the back of my head. He gradually scraped the foam off. I had about 1.5 inches of shaved skin above my ears. The barber made more adjustments and applied wax to the top of my head to hold my hair in place. Before the barber let me out of his chair, he stood behind me with a hand mirror. I could see that from the collar of my shirt, I had more than 4 inches of clean-shaven white skin on the back of my head. In the mirror I saw a scared boy with a small head and a short haircut. My haircut was much shorter than the boy in the movie. On the way home I scratched the back of my head and looked for my hair. At home I carefully examined my new haircut in front of the mirror. It was very similar to the little boy who was cut by Mr. Stanley when I came to the barbershop.
As Uncle Philip had instructed me, I went to him in the evening to see my new short haircut. He was delighted with my new haircut and said that he had had a haircut like that when he was my age. He admitted that he had called Mr. Stanley and he said that I should get my haircut regularly.
2 days later I announced at home that I had failed the audition. My mother said that I would wear the clothes she had bought for me. She would not throw them away after one use.
2 weeks passed, the shaved parts of my head were no longer visible. My hair had grown about 1/4 inch. It was Saturday morning when Uncle Filip came to our house. He told me to get dressed and go to the car. I asked where we were going. His answer surprised me. We were going to Stanley Barbershop. No, I shouted. I hadn't passed the audition. But Uncle Filip said that he had made an agreement with my parents and that I would go to Stanley Barbershop twice a month. I looked at my mother and assumed that she would stand up for me. But she said that I should wear shorts.
That's how I became a regular customer at Stanley Barbershop.

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