I have a problem. It's a life problem. I call it a curse. The curse
of paleness haunts me all year long but in the summer it creates a much
larger problem. When 90 degree weather burns the grass and blacktop, my
skin turns a lovely shade of red and a slight constant pain lingers.
Sunburn
Every
year I forget that I'm white and every year my back becomes like a
lobster. Sunblock is always outside of my memory. I should remember
other tales of burnt skin from my childhood.
When I was about 8
years old, my family went to Bear Lake (this was the same time we ran
into Jeff Hornacek). The family and I spent all day on the lake with
some water skimmers. I love swimming and I loved going out in the lake.
As
soon as we returned and had changed from our swimming suits, I began to
feel the heat building. The worst sunburn of my life had begun a week
long torture session. Pretty soon after, I realized my whole body was
burnt and regular clothes hurt very badly. I spent the next 48 hours in
just a swimming suit, sitting next to a fan while my mom/sister coated
aloe vera on my poor body.
You would think this tragic tale would
remind me to put on sunblock. Nope. I just scratch at my back that's
just begun peeling. Why does it always have to be in the middle of my
back where I can't reach?
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