One day, I went to my cousin Corey’s house. He had a friend from Rapid City staying with him, and his friend was named Bo. Bo was a professional tattoo artist. I went over to Corey’s with my father accompanying me, and we both got the same tattoo. We chose to get our last name, "MONDRAGON," across our backs. My dad’s didn’t take as long as mine, because he didn’t get it filled in all the way. My tattoo took a total of two hours, and when Bo offered me to take a break, I declined and carried on with the tattoo.

On my mandala, one of my symbols is a horse. This is because in my opinion, horses are very cool animals. Since I have a tattoo, I have to be somewhat cool. So having my tattoo is how I relate to horse. In conclusion, horses are cool, so I am too.