It’s hard for me to remember a time that I didn’t want a tattoo. I seem to recall trying to beg my parents for one when I was still a minor…only be to told, “Not in my house.” Part of me respected my parents enough to leave it well enough alone when I turned 18, and the other part was just pure fear of doing something that I knew I shouldn’t do — as an 18 year old still living at home and going to school, I knew I had to abide.
I got my first tattoo when I left home, and was in tech school in Monterey. Since then, it’s been a bit of a sporadic collection of small pieces. I started my sleeve in 2015, and have been adding to it ever since. I’d say I’m about 50% covered on my left arm, and am aiming for full coverage eventually on that arm.
Funny enough, my parents don’t seem to care — and seem to even like — my tattoos. That and both of their kids are tattooed, as are the spouses…and at least one of the grandkids. Funny how things work out sometimes. 🙂