When I was a kid, my parents told me that I had to wait until I was 10 years old in order to get my ears pierced. They wanted me to be able to clean them and take care of them and they thought that 10 was the right age for that. I was so excited to get them pierced that I could hardly wait for my birthday.
My Grams worked at a jewelry store and she had pierced many ears in her lifetime. My parents recruited her to come over to our house to pierce my ears. I was ready for this. I sat on a stool, Grams marked my ears with the purple marker and she got ready to pierce my ear. She counted to three and on two she pierced my ear. I screamed, started crying and ran away. I may have over reacted, but at the time it was the worst pain I had ever had. My mom came and brought me some ice for my ear and told me Grams had to pierce the other ear too. I told my mom there was no way that Grams was piercing my other ear.
This is the part of the story that I am a bit unsure about but this is how I remember it…
It was a week later and I still only had one ear pierced. My mom told me that I had to either take the one out that was pierced or I had to let Grams do the other ear. I thought about it for a day and then decided to let Grams do the other ear. I sat on the stool once again, held my teddy bear, Bobbie, and closed my eyes. It was over before I knew it and it was not nearly as painful as the first ear.
I wish I had a picture of me on the stool or of me running around with one earring in but I don’t, so I will just put up a picture of me and my Grams – many, many years after the whole ear piercing incident!
Birthday’s are full of memories and I am glad that my memory of 35 years old will be this campaign with all of you. We got another $100 donation and I am so full of joy, knowing that through you, I will get to give 70 children bunk beds for my birthday!
The goal is $3,500 in 35 days for my 35th birthday.
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