We lived on Army bases. When my brother was six, he went to the barber by himself. Sometimes he would take me (I was three) to get my bangs trimmed for free.
Now that brings back good memories. We wore ski goggles and hunted each other on and around the top of Shadow mt. rd before it was paved. One kid always had a stronger gun or pumped it beyond our agreed upon 3 pump max. Still remember the pain of an ass shot.
The left is angry because they are now being judged by the content of their character and not by the color of their skin.