The Wenatchee Valley, a place of mountains, apples, aired summers and mild winters. A place of opportunity for a 23 year old Noah Lynes. My Father came from California with only a backpack, a skateboard, and a tattoo machine. 1 year later I was born and he started taking tattooing seriously. By the time I was 4 my dad owned his own tattoo parlor, only about 800 square feet,but large enough for a start. By the time I was 6, dad accumulated enough money for us and the business to move. The shop was now 2,000 square feet, and had acquired new artist. Through my eyes in our 3 bedroom flower-filled front yard and cherry tree backyard, we were rich. I didn’t see my dad much, but every Sunday my dad took off work, it was my day, our day. We would go boating, snowmobiling, shopping, amusement parks, you name it we did it. When I …show more content…
My mom kept the mystical garden and my dad got a 2nd floor apartment with a pool, big enough for the both of us. After a year I was living full time with my father, he was now a single father of a 9 year old girl. It was him and I against the world. Every morning he’d wake up a 6 a.m, drive me across town and have me at school by 7:20 a.m then go into work. After work he’d pick me up and we’d go to the shop. A place with Flash Art all over the walls, display cases full of body jewelry, tattoo machines, and drawings my Father had done. There were 3 desks in the shop; one behind the display cases with a computer that controlled the music and my entertainment. The other, catty corner to the first, in between 3 display cases where I sat and did my homework, and the last on the same wall but on the other side of the room. It had 2 light tables for tracing outlines, and a computer and a printer for composing tattoos. Everyday for me was school, shop, convenience store chili and