I begged my mom to let me get my ears pierced for some time before she finally said I could get them pierced when I was 8. I anxiously awaited the day, and convinced one of my good friends (and presumably their parents) to get her ears pierced at the same time. We finally got to the jewelry store in the mall and I jumped right up. They pierced my ears one at a time and it definitely hurt - although not unbearable. After watching the process with me, my girlfriend changed her mind and went home without her ears pierced. In a desperate attempt to keep Hilde my little girl forever, I too found myself balking at the idea of her getting her ears pierced. So after a lot of polite requests from her, I finally set 8 as the magic age. She waited patiently, and the day after she turned 8 we went to the mall. Doesn't she just look so much older with earrings? She is one happy girl.
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