I was 18, it was a birthday present. I got a black and red triskelion on the back of my neck. My mom and aunt took me and actually both impulsively decided to got the same design on their arm. The guy who was suppose to tattoo me ended up tattooing my mother while another guy tattooed me.My mom had a great experience, mine was a little weird. Just before he started he told me that he was kinda heavy handed and asked that if I started crying to try not to move too much. I probably should have stopped him but for some reason I didn't. After it was done he clapped me on the shoulder and said something along the lines of "holy shit, I can't believe you're not crying, good job". The tattoo came out well, and the other artist was interesting and fun to talk to. All in all a mostly positive experience.