I was a pretty 'straight laced' teenager. My mother still picked out my clothes for the first couple of years of high school when there was a dress code. I'm still pretty uninterested in being dressed in the latest fashions or trends. Who can keep up and besides, it all comes back around again. The 80's are back and that was when I was a teenager. One trend for boys back then was to get an earring.
It wasn't even something I contemplated but it was made a consideration when my sister wanted to get one extra piercing in one of her ears. Our frugal mother didn't want to pay for ear piercing and not get two ears pierced so she offered up one of my ears. Not many boys at school were pierced but somehow I felt brave enough to do walk the halls dawning a golden hoop in my left ear (not the 'gay' ear).
We went to the Bay in the mall and mom explained to the piercing lady that we were to each get one piercing, my sister and I. I went first, the cold metal gun cupping my earlobe, the loud click as the gun pushed the metal through and struck the backing, then the warm feeling creeping up my ear followed by a pulsating throbbing. Done. Next. Wait. My sister didn't have enough earlobe left before the cartilage began and their policy was no piercing cartilage. No deal. What?! I did this for nothing?!
They ended up just poking a crooked hole between the other two piercings already in my sister's earlobe. We got our two for one deal. I walked around worried that some bully would yank it from my ear, thanks to my mother's paranoia and horror stories. I'm not even sure if my sister still has that piercing but it wouldn't be my last one and I may yet get pricked again.
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