Questions:
1. How many showing writing sentences do I have?
2. Do my showing sentences make sense, are they used correctly?
3. Should i write about something else?
When I was an early teenager I always knew I was going to get a tattoo, even though my mother strongly disapproved. She said if I ever came home with a tattoo I would get kicked out of the house and she would basically dis owned me. Even with that thought in my head I still wanted one. When I turned seventeen that’s when the ideas started to flow, I would think of a new tattoo design every night but none really stood out to me or thought any ideas were good enough to be on my body for the rest of my life. This is also the age where I didn’t drink at all. During this time I would always joke with my mother saying “can’t wait to get a tattoo tonight” then she would respond very angrily with some hurtful words and threats. The reason my mom is extremely against tattoos is because her two brothers have many tattoos and she just thinks they are very “trashy”. Even growing up with her and her telling me all this stuff from her experience I still wanted one. Maybe I wanted to stand out in my family or maybe I just wanted to rebel but I honestly just wanted one just so I can it experience it in my own way.
When I was a senior in high school I started to go to my cousin’s house in Philadelphia to hang out with his friends. I always hung out with older people, like two to three years older than me. I just liked that age group. It started when I use to skate alone at the Havertown skate park because none of my friends in my grade skated. So the older kids took me in, they never pressured me in to drugs or drinking but I wanted to do that because they were doing it and I looked up to them. I only smoked weed a handful of times but when I did, I did it with them. I wanted to stand out and not be known for the youngest kid in the group, so I thought if I did what they did they wouldn’t look at me like that. When they graduated high school I still had two years left so after that I started to hang out with people my own age. Even at that time I still wanted to stand out from the rest so I guess that’s the time I really started to think of getting a tattoo, because I would be the few in my class with a tattoo or maybe even the first one.
Back when I was seventeen I was still trying to figure out who I was, was I just going to be just one of the crowd or I’m I going to stand out? When I was going to my cousin’s house in Philadelphia everyone was drinking and having a good time, I didn’t drink but I was still having fun, hanging out with people that I haven’t seen since I moved from that area in third grade. Well one of my cousin’s friend had a tattoo gun and would give out tattoos sometimes, they weren’t the best tattoos but they were sterile and they were decent. So when I went over there one night I decided that I wanted one, I made sure he cleaned the needle and knew what he could draw so I just said “okay let’s do this!” When my cousin’s friend was doing the tattoo I was very shaky and unstable, I was bitching and moaning about the pain even though it really wasn’t that bad. They had a lot of fun with the tattoo when they were coloring it in. They drew a “666” in the tattoo and a lot of other dumb stuff when they were coloring it, my cousin also took a turn to color in the tattoo. I was just nervous and scared if I really wanted this but it was too late to back out now. I passed the point where if I didn’t go through with this I would probably regret it more not finishing it instead of just having half of it done. Even to this day you can see all the inappropriate stuff they drew in the tattoo before they colored it in.
Now this was my first tattoo and I am only seventeen so I got it on my thigh so I could hide it from my mother easier. I didn’t want to get kicked out of the house because I knew she would be that drastic. She found out later when I was eighteen and felt so comfortable and one day I got out of the shower and put my shorts on and she just noticed it. She didn’t freak out but she seemed very disappointed in me which is way worse than her being mad at me. She got used to it through or learned to live with it when I got more tattoos. My third tattoo I decided to do something special for her, I wanted a tattoo that she would like. So I surprised her with a mom tattoo on my chest, she loves that one. So the mission was complete, I was one of the first one in my class to get a tattoo and later on I got one that my mother really enjoyed. If you are wondering what my first tattoo was, it was the Wu-Tang symbol and many tattoos later it’s still my favorite one. Maybe because it was my first and I got it with my friends all around me and it was one of the most fun nights in high school.
1. How many showing writing sentences do I have?
2. Do my showing sentences make sense, are they used correctly?
3. Should i write about something else?
When I was an early teenager I always knew I was going to get a tattoo, even though my mother strongly disapproved. She said if I ever came home with a tattoo I would get kicked out of the house and she would basically dis owned me. Even with that thought in my head I still wanted one. When I turned seventeen that’s when the ideas started to flow, I would think of a new tattoo design every night but none really stood out to me or thought any ideas were good enough to be on my body for the rest of my life. This is also the age where I didn’t drink at all. During this time I would always joke with my mother saying “can’t wait to get a tattoo tonight” then she would respond very angrily with some hurtful words and threats. The reason my mom is extremely against tattoos is because her two brothers have many tattoos and she just thinks they are very “trashy”. Even growing up with her and her telling me all this stuff from her experience I still wanted one. Maybe I wanted to stand out in my family or maybe I just wanted to rebel but I honestly just wanted one just so I can it experience it in my own way.
When I was a senior in high school I started to go to my cousin’s house in Philadelphia to hang out with his friends. I always hung out with older people, like two to three years older than me. I just liked that age group. It started when I use to skate alone at the Havertown skate park because none of my friends in my grade skated. So the older kids took me in, they never pressured me in to drugs or drinking but I wanted to do that because they were doing it and I looked up to them. I only smoked weed a handful of times but when I did, I did it with them. I wanted to stand out and not be known for the youngest kid in the group, so I thought if I did what they did they wouldn’t look at me like that. When they graduated high school I still had two years left so after that I started to hang out with people my own age. Even at that time I still wanted to stand out from the rest so I guess that’s the time I really started to think of getting a tattoo, because I would be the few in my class with a tattoo or maybe even the first one.
Back when I was seventeen I was still trying to figure out who I was, was I just going to be just one of the crowd or I’m I going to stand out? When I was going to my cousin’s house in Philadelphia everyone was drinking and having a good time, I didn’t drink but I was still having fun, hanging out with people that I haven’t seen since I moved from that area in third grade. Well one of my cousin’s friend had a tattoo gun and would give out tattoos sometimes, they weren’t the best tattoos but they were sterile and they were decent. So when I went over there one night I decided that I wanted one, I made sure he cleaned the needle and knew what he could draw so I just said “okay let’s do this!” When my cousin’s friend was doing the tattoo I was very shaky and unstable, I was bitching and moaning about the pain even though it really wasn’t that bad. They had a lot of fun with the tattoo when they were coloring it in. They drew a “666” in the tattoo and a lot of other dumb stuff when they were coloring it, my cousin also took a turn to color in the tattoo. I was just nervous and scared if I really wanted this but it was too late to back out now. I passed the point where if I didn’t go through with this I would probably regret it more not finishing it instead of just having half of it done. Even to this day you can see all the inappropriate stuff they drew in the tattoo before they colored it in.
Now this was my first tattoo and I am only seventeen so I got it on my thigh so I could hide it from my mother easier. I didn’t want to get kicked out of the house because I knew she would be that drastic. She found out later when I was eighteen and felt so comfortable and one day I got out of the shower and put my shorts on and she just noticed it. She didn’t freak out but she seemed very disappointed in me which is way worse than her being mad at me. She got used to it through or learned to live with it when I got more tattoos. My third tattoo I decided to do something special for her, I wanted a tattoo that she would like. So I surprised her with a mom tattoo on my chest, she loves that one. So the mission was complete, I was one of the first one in my class to get a tattoo and later on I got one that my mother really enjoyed. If you are wondering what my first tattoo was, it was the Wu-Tang symbol and many tattoos later it’s still my favorite one. Maybe because it was my first and I got it with my friends all around me and it was one of the most fun nights in high school.