When I turned 21-years-old I thought: I'm old enough now, mature and smart, and I'm going to be super cool and get a tattoo!
I thought I was cool, but was actually scared to death, really. I got a very, very small tattoo of a cloud with some rain and lightning coming out of it because I was getting a meteorology degree and was about to become a meteorologist. That was my passion at the time and that's what I wanted inked into my skin.
I had to keep it from my Dad, as I knew he would explode. I told my Mom - she was cool and knew everything about my anyway.
It's maybe a tad larger than the size of a quarter and I placed it in a spot on my body no one could see, even if I was a bikini.
I had it for a couple of years and I was visiting my parents and I decided to mention it to my Dad. I was more scare of his verbal reaction than the physical pain of the tattoo.
But he surprised me.
He wanted to see it and was genuinely interested!
It was refreshing to not get bitched out, instead he was curious. Maybe it was because he didn't have any tattoos? Not sure, but it was cool.
After he saw it he said to me, "Glad I know now, in case I ever need to identify your body. Or else I would have said it wasn't you."
OMG.............. lol
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