My very first tattoo I got was when I was 14 years old. I had a few girlfriends who had stars tattooed on there bodies, this was interesting to me, because it was so permanent. And at that time not many things in my life were per say "permanent". So I knew a friend who did tattoos, he was 14 years old as well. Looking back on it I don't know why I let a 14 year old tattoo me but at the time it's what I wanted. So I went to his house, and I remember getting ready for this tattoo, I was a little nervous but excited I was going to have something that could never be removed from me. I remember so much as to what song I was listening to when I got it. I didn't really know what I wanted so I figured a little star on my lower right hip would be just fine. I did not tell my mom until she saw it a few days later. I told her it was fake but she looked at it closer and saw the pealing, she was not happy with me but she knew that it was done and over therefore she couldn't do anything about it. I did get my cell phone taken away for a few days though.

My next big tattoo is going to be a portrait on my right shoulder of my dad. This tattoo is going to be very special to me because it's not going to be a normal everyday tattoo. This is going to have a bit of my dads ashes in it. That way I will truly always have my dad with me. Right now that's something I struggle with, I have so many things of my dads all around me yet I feel like I have nothing sometimes. I recently just held his ashes for the first time. It makes things a lot more "real". I'm hoping this will bring some peace to me, because I am not his blood daughter, so this is going to be the closet thing to it as I could get.