I got my first tattoo when I was 17 on spring break in Pensacola, Fla. Some random woman in the tattoo shop signed the waiver for me.
I was pretty intoxicated; I even let the tattoo artist's pet rat crawl on me while he was giving me the tattoo. While it wasn't the best experience, I have gone back for more.

-Amy, Chicago

When I turned 18, I decided to go out and get a tattoo, without telling my parents. I got a Grateful Dead bear on my upper right thigh.

I got along a long time without anyone seeing, until one afternoon, after playing soccer in the yard, I came inside in shorts. I just went to scratch, and all of the sudden from the living room I hear, "What is that?"

"Oh," I said, "my friend gave me one of those temporary tattoos."

-Anthony