I've got this Great Blue Heron on my forearm.
My son was reading these fantasy books in which this symbol was the mark of a great swordsman. I liked the image, and decided I would take it as a symbol of marksmanship (Herons are amazing hunters), so I did. Anyone else who can put five .45 rounds into a single hole at 25 yards in less than three seconds is welcome to use this image.
I was well into my forties, and I was just musing on the idea when my wife declared that I was NOT getting a tattoo. Naturally, that sealed the deal and I got it that afternoon. In thirty years, we haven't quite learned how to deal with situations like this. (Several years earlier, she declared that I was not getting a motorcycle, but here I am. I think I think out loud so she'll help me decide!)
She steamed and steamed, and then on the night of her book group, the women all wanted to see my tattoo. So I rolled up my sleeve. They oohed and ahhed (my arm was still shaved at that point). One of her friends scolded her: "This is beautiful. The way you were talking, we thought he got a swastika!"
There are practical reasons not to get tattoos at a young age, but there also are times when one more day of practicality will swallow your soul. Even a boring guy like me believes "everything in moderation - including moderation!" DZ