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Personal Narrative: My Tattoo
As you stated in our assignment, “There are moments in time which you will never forget. There are collective moments which impact and affect us as a nation … then there are much smaller moments which shape us much individually.” Usually I would be the one to explain a dramatic moment, more so an obvious moment in time which shaped me as an individual. However, this time I would like to explain a very minor moment, finally getting my tattoo. This may not seem like a moment that could have even shaped me in an individual way, other than physically, it oddly has though. I had been waiting for this moment since my 18th birthday back in September, sadly for me, my father kept putting it off, because it was supposed to be my birthday gift from him. …show more content…
One of them has two tattoos and already knew of a place to take me. I had changed my mind about the design quite a few times, eventually I had come to decision. The whole point of the tattoo was to represent my sister, and the person I never got to know. Original I wanted a baby angel, blowing away petals with her name next to it, and the date she passed away in roman numerals. I got to thinking, when people see it they are going to think I lost a child at only 18. Rather than the angel, I received two orcas, swimming side by side with her name next to them. No, I did not just choose orcas because I am obsessed, I chose them because there is this whole other meaning behind them about family, and a connection between soulmates or twins. Seemed even more prefect than before. I did not watch when it was being done, and it did hurt, only enough for me to make faces not cry or scream like some people. The tattoo, the whole experience was the first time I had made my own decision, at least as an adult. A major one, other than picking a college, voting or whatever else 18 year olds can legally do. It was decision of my that happened without the help of my parents. Proving that I can make my own decision, and if I end up regretting it in the future than that is all on me. A minor moment, but one that helped me take the first step into the adult world where I will soon have to face

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