OUCH!!!!!

Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, I was yelling in my head. I can't believe I'm doing this right now.

My grandma was coming at me with a gun. Not just any gun. She was coming at me with a piecing gun.

I have cleaned my earlobe with alcohol. I have also put a pen dot on my ear to indicate where my grandma would be putting the earring.

Yes, my grandma was going to give me an ear piercing. It's interesting on how she got the gun. She is a nurse and when piercings were just becoming famous you needed a nurse to do it; not some random person. So she got the job as give ear piercings.

She told me her first time giving someone an ear piercing she made the wholes uneven. I guess it was really bad that her friend had to fix it for her. In the end I think it was fine.

"Okay ready Madison?" she asks me still coming at me with the gun.

"Ah mom," I grab my mom by her shirt and pull her to me. I hug her tight. She hugs me tighter.

"Okay here I go," Nuni puts the gun at my ear putting 'pressure'.

I can't believe I'm doing this! I can't believe I'm doing this!

I hug my mom tighter, my grandma pushes more on the gun. All I hear is the gun that has been pushed to make the earring go through my ear like a bullet.

OUCH! I say in my head. The motions were to fast that I really had no time to scream or yell or say anything other than silence.

"There you go," my mom says just how she tells me after getting a shot in the arm in the hospital.

"It looks good," my grandma says.

I think that I'm lucky that I got this for free as well as that I get to have a second ear piercing and that my grandma has done this enough times that now she would not be able to mess up to make this ear piercing look good.