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Hi everyone! Here's that story I promised you last week. This is a bite sized one. Enjoy!

When I was around 9 or 10 years old, my mom took me to get my ears pierced for the first time. Of course, I got them done at Claire's. We got all checked in and I was a mixture of nervous and excited.... That changed when the time came to sit in the chair though. Once seated, the immediate panic came on as the ear gun thingy (best I could do, lol) came towards my ear lobe. I screamed, cried, and coward, but I was determined to get my ears pierced, so I didn't want to leave. I would say it took a solid 20 minutes before I would have the ear gun near me. In this time, my mom and the lady piercing my ears tried to calm me down. I felt so bad, because I was the last piercing of this lady's day and her son waiting for her on a mall bench.

Yes, I eventually did let it happen and you know what? I didn't even feel it, I literally said, "Was that it?" after my first ear was pierced. I couldn't believe how painless and easy it was. As I relayed in my last story, (The tale of a few hair changes) (read if you haven't ;)) I would build experiences up into scary monsters, just to find out they weren't so scary after all. I'm thankful for this patient woman, my mom, and how much I've learned about myself over the years. Everyone has their process. Doesn't make them all right, doesn't make them all wrong, they just are and that's ok! Until next time. Bye.

Bloopers: Before editing, I wrote nail gun instead of ear gun. Rest assured, my ears were not pierced with a nail gun. (That would be Ouchy!)