The oldest things I’m wearing today wouldn’t be clothing. They would be my tattoos, including the one I got on my 18th birthday. My dad paid for it for me. I’m 45 now, so the tattoo is rather old. At one point, I was going to cover it up because it wasn’t my favorite tattoo. I’m glad I didn’t because it’s a memory I’ll treasure forever. Going to the tattoo shop with my dad and spending time with him is something I can’t do anymore since he passed away two years ago. While I have other tattoos that I love, this one stands out for the memories… one of my oldest memories that I wear on my left arm; right beside my heart.
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