My Mother’s First Tattoo :: Personal Narrative Writing

My Mothers First TattooMy mother and I pee-pee never got along particularly well. Our relationship was you leave me merely and Ill you alone. When I first took an interest in modification, around the age of 14, she despised it. It was the source of countless fights, insults, and incidents that nearly led to me being kicked out(a) of her house. She maxim it as something I was doing out of peer pressure, which was absurd, as at the condemnation none of my friends had any interest in modification. I didnt even know anyone, online or offline, who had any piercings other than their ears. To her, this was nothing more than a cast Id eventually grow out of. She argued that I was ruining my life, that Id never modernise a job, that my visible piercings would get me into fights at school, the list goes on and on. My father, though he never said much about it to me, felt the comparable way she did. Somewhere along the line, something changed. When my 18th birth twenty-four hours roll ed around, I was in college, living 17 hours away from my parents. My father called me one day and asked what I wanted for my birthday. I said I wanted a tattoo, expecting him to hang up on me. To my amazement, he said OK. So, when I was tour for Christmas, my father paid for my first tattoo. My favourite birthday present and so far as it represents so many things. It was then that I undercoat out my mother had of all time wanted a tattoo. More specifically, she had always wanted a facial tattoo a tiny court tattoo close to one eye. As my father had threatened to split up her if she ever got it, it was unfortunately something she never pursued. She was outraged that my father deemed it OK for me to have one. This led to many more fights. Eventually, I had moved back into my parents house. later being back for about six months, my mother approached me and said she wanted to get a tattoo, regardless of how my father would react. I helped her pick out an image and took her to th e studio to set up an appointment. A few years after she got her tattoo she approached me again. This time saying she wanted to get her brow pierced. All the memories of the things she had said when I had my eyebrow pierced came flooding back.