I’ve been waiting to tell my story since I was 11 years old and still remember it like it was yesterday. I grew up in a divorced family where my 2 older brothers and I would spend a few weeks each summer with my father who lived in the next state over. The summer of going into 6th grade my father took the three of us to his barbershop for the boys’ haircuts at the start of the summer (typical short farm boy haircut). After they got theirs cut, my father told me it was my turn. I went on to tell him that that mom takes me before school starts to her salon to get mine trimmed. He barked