You ain’t ain’t known fear as a child until the shaky hand of 70 year old man whose seen more shit than you could possibly imagine takes a straight razor to the back of your 7 year old neck to “just trim things close.”
I have a dim recollection of the first time my dad brought me to his barbershop when I was a kid. I basically ended up with the same bowl cut my mom always gave me. Not long after, a mall opened up and we started going to the barbershop - owned by a young, "hip" guy - there.