My dad always wanted a tattoo, but my mum got cross just at the mention of them. I had my first tattoo when I was 30. One day my mum spied my tattoo when it poked out from beneath my t-shirt sleeve. To my family's surprise she did not become enraged, but just rolled her eyes. In the weeks that followed my entire family, including my brother, sister, brother in law, nieces and their partners had tattoos and my sister paid for my dad to have a tattoo for his 70th birthday. It was a native American chief that took up his whole upper arm. As a sign of solidarity everyone showed my mum their tattoos on my dad's 70th birthday once his was done, so I decided to have another tattoo so that I could join in with this supportive gesture and as it was for my dad's birthday and he was a big Johnny Cash fan I chose to have a ring of fire tattooed around my naval.