4 years ago
Monday, August 1, 2011
Yesterday I took the kids to a sprayer park. While were were there, I was interviewed by a local news station about the importance of sunscreen. I dutifully talked about sunburns and cancer and re-application. I was every bit the responsible, careful modern parent. But really, I miss tan lines. I miss lying in the sun for hours and feeling it soak into your bones. I miss that just-a-little-bit- too-warm-feeling your skin has after spending a bit too long at the pool. Last week I bought some tinted moisturizer. I bought the lightest color they had, as always. Remember when you had to buy a different shade in the summer because your skin was a different color? Not anymore. Not at my house anyway. I don't even miss the color that much on my face, and there's that whole wrinkles thing. But I miss the color on my arms and legs. It looks like summer. Last Friday I went to the pool with a friend. I only put sunscreen on my face and neck. And then I baked in the sun. The slight sunburn I got as a result feels like heaven. But my practical little heart will have me right back on track next time I head out, re-applying every hour, as directed.