I came across an old CD full of photos from high school while doing some cleaning tonight. Since I was looking for a reason to be distracted, I popped the disc in my computer… and was reminded of this.

I have skin that does not burn easy, so when I do get burnt, it really stands out in my memory. I still shudder at the thought of this one. This was my senior year of high school in ‘05 after our first track meet of the spring. I remember one of the girls insisting that I put suntan lotion on and my stubborn too-cool-to-smell-like-lotion objection: “Nah, I don’t burn.” I was such a bastard.

Needless to say, this did not feel good the next day. My lips were swollen and my ears were on fire. This was a day spent with aloe and ice cubes. I can only think of one other time in my life when I was burnt quite like this - that first year that I lived in Florida after high school and was too stupid to understand the power of Florida sun as compared to PA’s (that one left a few scars). After those two incidences, I have learned my lesson. Lather me up, baby.