I remember getting my ears pierced for the first time. Mom took me to the mall, it was done in some store by a girl who was probably in her late teens or early 20s. I can’t remember how old I was, I don’t think I was quite 10 yet but I wasn’t much younger than that. The girl brought out a stuffed bunny with a bunch of earrings in both ears, using a baby voice to tell me not to be afraid because ear piercings don’t hurt, and Miss Bunny agrees they don’t hurt. I looked her in the eye and said “I’m a kid, but I’m not braindead. That’s a stuffed animal.” I remember she didn’t use a piercing gun, it was this weird contraption that basically pinched the piercing into me, like small salad tongs with a needle on one end. I screamed my head off, more than was needed but I had to make my point that Miss Bunny was a fucking liar. I didn’t scream for long, just really loudly. I remember crying as we were leaving because obviously Miss Bunny hadn’t told me the piercings would feel like they’re burning. Mom bought me ice cream right after to cheer me up, with an amused look on her face because she knew I just wanted to freak the girl out for treating me like an idiot.