The first time I had my ears pieced, it was at the mall.
I’d convinced my mom, after months of wheedling, to let me do it now, in 6th grade, rather than waiting til I was fifteen. Everyone else was doing it! And pierced ears were so cool!
The girl put a dot in the center of each earlobe with a pen, then loaded the piercing gun with the earrings I’d picked out — tigers eye, to honor my cat.
POW! It stung like mad, but there, in the mirror, were my newly pierced ears. I was in the club.
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