I got my first one when I was 17. I was sitting at the kitchen table with my auntie and asked,
"Would you mind if I got my nose pierced again?"
"You're a big girl now, you don't have to ask me these things."
"Can I get a tattoo?"
"If you can find someone who'll do it."
I had it before the week was out. Hindsight being the wonderful thing it is, it was a terrible, godawful idea and I wish she'd told me 'no' or I'd had the sense to wait and go to someone good/actually think about what I wanted. That said, I found the artist again a few weeks ago and I got away pretty lightly considering some of the other work he deemed portfolio-worthy.