I got my ears pierced when I was 19 and only because my two younger sisters had done it so I felt shamed into doing it. (It was back in the late 60s when having pierced ears was just becoming an OK thing to do). I hadn't done it yet because I was too chicken! My mom had me go to the Dr. to get it done--I think at that time the only alternatives to the Dr. were an ice cube and a big needle wielded by one of the girls in the dorm.

Anyway, I went to the Dr. and my sisters and brother all came for moral support. When the Dr. handed me the mirror to see how they looked, I fainted.
I never lived it down.