I’m starting a series called summer snippets, consisting of the good and bad of my summer so far.
I’m sitting in the backyard of my mom’s house. The sun is hitting me at the perfect angle. They use to say 10:00 a.m to 2:00 p.m. was peak tanning hours. As a teen I used to spend hours in the backyard working on my tan. If it wasn’t in my yard, it was at the pool.
The sun has an addictive quality. Even just a few minutes in the perfect spot makes me feel good. Back then I don’t think I cared what the effects of the sun would be in later years. I used tanning oil or lotion with almost no protection. Silly teenage me.
I confess to even using a tanning bed sometimes. We all thought we looked better with a tan back then.
Today, I much more careful about the sun. I recently saw a woman my age with the same hair and eye color, looking good with her summer tan. I am tempted. The sun will never stop calling my name.