My Mother’s First Tattoo :: Personal Narrative Writing

My Mothers First TattooMy mother and I bring forth never got along particularly well. Our relationship was you leave me unsocial and Ill you alone. When I first took an interest in modification, around the age of 14, she hate it. It was the source of countless fights, insults, and incidents that nearly led to me being kicked turn out of her house. She proverb it as something I was doing out of peer pressure, which was absurd, as at the sequence none of my friends had any interest in modification. I didnt even jazz anyone, online or offline, who had any piercings other than their ears. To her, this was nothing more than a shape Id eventually grow out of. She argued that I was ruining my life, that Id never build up 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 resembling way she did. Somewhere along the line, something changed. When my 18th birth twenty-four hours rol led around, I was in college, living 17 hours away from my parents. My father called me one day and asked what I cherished 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 see for Christmas, my father paid for my first tattoo. My favourite birthday present then far as it represents so many things. It was then that I appoint out my mother had continuously wanted a tattoo. More specifically, she had always wanted a facial tattoo a tiny romance tattoo close to one eye. As my father had threatened to disunite 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. afterwards 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 h er to the studio to set up an appointment. A few long time after she got her tattoo she approached me again. This time saying she wanted to get her eyebrow pierced. All the memories of the things she had said when I had my eyebrow pierced came flooding back.