Seven, and I didn’t want it done, but mother insisted, so my dad held me down whilst the jeweller did it. They were always crusty and bleeding and getting caught on things (I wasn’t allowed studs, only big bloody hoops) and just urgh.
I had to take them out for PE at secondary school, so I took the bloody things out first PE day and “forgot” to ever put them back in again. Good riddance
How to Keep Living at Home Longer

