My father taught me to shave at a very young age (in the 1950's)- mimicking his shave with my tiny brush and red plastic razor standing on a small stool to reach the sink. He continued leading and coaching me (off-and-on) until I "actually" shaved at about age 13.
Unfortunately, there was not a lot of information about building a lather back then, but I still remember running my brush over the tiny wooden dish of soap and painting my face with the soap. I really felt like I was grown up.
Unfortunately, there was not a lot of information about building a lather back then, but I still remember running my brush over the tiny wooden dish of soap and painting my face with the soap. I really felt like I was grown up.
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