Earrings
As little girls we really got that sometimes a little bit of pain was a good thing, especially for the sake of our vanity. After exploring the contents of our mother's make up case, having our ears pierced is always the next stop on the vanity quest...
We beg and chuck tanties in public, we make our mothers extravagant promises, declaring to NEVER EVER ask for anything EVER again as long as we live! Finally, we break her. She lets us get our way (probably seeking revenge through our imminent suffering at this point).
As the beautician puts the piercing gun to our ear, we panic for a fleeting second and want out. But fear quickly subsides once the reward resurfaces in our memories. Squeezing our eyes closed and gripping the sides of the chair: BANG! One. Not so bad. BANG. Two. It’s over! Let the accessorizing fun begin!





