In my world, a tattoo appears on your skin at a key point in your life and you have to figure out what it means for yourself. I was 13 when mine appeared. It was in beautiful italics, not too big, on the inside of my upper arm and was just one word (or name in this case): Jonathan. I'm 19 now and have still yet to figure out why the hell my tattoo is my Granddad's name.All Rights Reserved