I’ll offer the contrarian opinion: don’t have any and never felt a desire to do so even when I was young and dumb.
This post actually made me reflect and ask myself why, and the answer is that there’s never been a life event that has impacted me to the point that I want to visually commemorate it and have it on (potential) public display.
I’m married, have kids, have lost grandparents, lost pets, etc etc, but those memories live inside me and continue to shape who I am, both inwardly and outwardly. They’re so in depth that I don’t know how I’d even begin to capture them artistically. How do you visually capture the feeling of holding your first child, or the amusement of how alert and aware your second child seemed, even just minutes after being born?
Absolutely nothing against tattoos at all, and I could ever capture something so meaningful artistically, I might consider it some day. But in (almost) 40 years, that hasn’t happened yet.