I got my first tat on a drunken dare. I was 15 and had it done by a guy named Spyder who had a booth at the fair. I got a teeeeeenie tiiiiiiny heart. Remember I'm 15, my butt isn't mine until I turn 18 so says my mother. I kept it hid for 3 years until ortho adjusting my neck brace from car accident says "Is that a tattoo?" Woman hadn't said anything to me all day except get up get dress, doctor appointment. Now she is screaming at the top of her lungs. Nurses are coming in to check that everything is ok. Didn't quit carrying on about it for over a month
It was nearly 30years before I got another. Now they aren't just decorations or body art, they Honor someone else. I've got these 4, but have several others I plan to have done.
Butterfly Sign of a Survivor
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My 1st Service Dog I had her 12 years
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Ribbons of Courage If you look closely they ribbons look like the letter Y as in "Why?" Why did they have to die?Each ribbon is for someone I've lost.
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