I REMEMBER ONE DAY WHEN  MY GRANDFATHER, MY, NANA, AND MYSELF LIVED IN YUMA ARIZONA AND IT WAS JUST ABOUT TIME FOR ME TO GO TO SCHOOL.. MY GRANDPA  WENT OFF TO WORK, AND MY NANA AND MYSELF GO TO LEAVE FOR SCHOOL.. WE GET IN   THE  TRUCK AND  SHE NEVER FORGOT TO BUCKLE ME IN MY SEAT , BUT THIS TIME  WE WERE IN SUCH A RUSH THAT SHE MUST OF FORGOT..  WE LIVED AT THE BOTTOM OF  A HILL, SO TO GO TO SCHOOL  WE HAD TO DRIVE UP THE HILL,  AND THEN TURN THE CORNER AND MAKE A LEFT TURN.. AND AS WE DID SO MY DOOR FLEW OPEN, AND I WENT ROLLING OUT THE DOOR, NOT ONLY THAT  BUT I STARTED TO ROLL DOWN THE STREET WE LIVED ON..  WHEN SHE FINALLY MADE IT BACK TO ME I WAS HALF WAY DOWN THE HILL.. I WAS'NT HURT.. I THOUGHT IT WAS FUN ..   I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT!!                      I LOVE YOU NANA,, 

Anyone who knew my mom and knows me will appreciate this story. After getting about my 100th tattoo,my mom just simply told me she intoduces me as her painted lady(daughter) It is much easier for people to get over the initial shock for both her and I.  LOVE YOU MOM   Kerri Sue