Colourful tattoo of a child-like drawing on the inner forearm, showing a blue stick figure, a striped figure, a face and small flowers.

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Child's drawing tattoo on a forearm

Forearm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo reproduces a naive, child-like drawing across the forearm, including a blue stick figure at the top, a striped figure with a smiling face in the middle, and small red and green flowers. The linework is thin and wobbly, with flat fills of blue, green, red, yellow and pink and no shading. The design fills most of the forearm against a dark red fabric background, with a hand visible at the top of the frame.

Forearm Stick figure Face Flower Stripe Figure Letter

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The wind had torn the Dodgems canopy clean off by Tuesday, so Mum sat me at the trestle table in the cookhouse tent with a tin of crayons that smelled of damp cardboard. Outside, the lads were hosing mud off the waltzer, and the whole field was the colour of porridge.

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I drew Dad first, because he was the tallest thing I knew, a blue stick man with wire for arms who kept the generator going and never once let me touch the switches. Next to him I put the helter-skelter, all red and white stripes, with a face on it because it always looked like it was grinning at the crowds. Then I did the marigolds by the gate, little red and green blobs, and at the bottom I wrote our surname in capitals. I got the letters backwards, copying from the sign on the wrong side of the ticket hut, and Mum laughed so hard she had to go and sit in the van.

The fair moved on in October and never came back to that field. The drawing went into my coat pocket, then into a biscuit tin, then into a drawer that stuck every time I pulled it. Last spring I took it out and asked a woman in a back room to put it on my arm exactly as it was, wobbles and all, the crooked lines and the backward letters. She said nobody ever asked for mistakes. I told her I'd spent forty years trying to get them right, and this was the first thing I'd ever got right by leaving them alone.