When i was 15 my best friend and I got matching tattoos, a tiny lil butterfly on our hip, without the consent of our parents. Unfortunately we hadnt considered that it would show when we wore our bathing suits, so got busted pretty quickly. Our fathers forced us to return to the shop with them so they could give the shop owner a piece of their mind. The owner promptly laughed at our fathers and told them to get out. [whilst my friend and I giggled nervously and looked at the wall picking our next tats] Little did he [or I] know that my friend's father was a high ranking RCMP officer who threatened to come back with his friends and coworkers, daily, and make this poor guy's life miserable. Not only did he apologize, he actually refunded us the money spent on the tats. It was a long, awkward ride home in the minivan and my friend and I were actually banned from seeing each other after that. Less than a year later we got our second tat, neither one of us was ever too good at listening to the rules.

Oh, how to chose! I think next i want to add cherry blossoms to my back.