The first steps in wet shaving were at the barber shop. He would smooth that warm, soft lather around your ears and the back of your neck and then carefully delineate the hair line. Face shaving now was a whole other ball game. That was a right of passage! Manhood was on the horizon! You had hair on your face! (Nothing on the chest yet, that would take a few more years.)
Now to get rid of it! Careful examination in the bathroom mirror, away from the prying eyes of your older sister and parents. Yes! You did have a beard! Well, kind of a mustache, if you looked sideways and the light was right, definitely facial hair. Facial hair is a beard, and if you have a beard, you needed to shave!
On to the medicine chest, what did the old man have in there? Razor, can of shaving cream, bottle of old spice after shave, you were ready. Hmm... Wet the face, check. Shake the can, check. Push the top. That stuff goes everywhere. Wipe up what didn't hit your hand. Smear it on your face. You looked kind of cool in the mirror, like a shaving cream ad. Oh, the razor. That thing looks kind of scary, not lying there, but in your hand getting ready to put it against your cheek.
Gentle stroke down the side. Not too bad. Hey, this is pretty nice! Try another one. Yes, pretty good. What's all the fuss about? Guess I should try the 'stache. Oop! didn't hit that one quite right. Easy! Easy! Darn! Did it again. Deep breath, relax, try the other side. Ow! did it again! This is kind of tricky. Do you have to talk nice to the thing to get it to stop bitting you? Red is vivid against white! Maybe that's enough for today.
Where's the toilet paper?
P.S. Old Spice burns!