SPF 15

I miss the days when playing on the beach was the only option that mattered to you. You'd wake up early, rearing for the day, ready to bound out into the sun, to begin your day of frolicking.

But no - first you had to stand there, and endure the slathering of lotion from your mother. It wasn't that it was all that bad - it was just so damn cold. Your skin was ready to be kissed by the sun and instead, a cold goop would fall on it. No matter how much you'd prepare for it, you were never actually ready. And lets not hide the fact that you thought hunching over, shoulders wide would somehow diminishing the feeling. Hah. You were such a fool.

But of course, the lotion did smell good. Not in the sense of what one would describe as good - but it brought back memories of the summer, the beach, running as far as possible into the ocean before a wave kicked your legs out. It just brought you there - to the beach, as if the sand was really below your feet. Yeah, ok, it smelled good.

Today we still frolick. Just differently. Throw a ball, chase a frisbee, read a book or magazine, but mostly just lay out hoping to get tan, catch the eye of the passing man or woman. Its miraculous how age shifts the importance in one's life. Before, a mountain of sand could be in your pants, but as long as you were having fun, it didn't matter. Now, you just are there to get away from it all and relax - not do much of anything. We're ok with that though. It's who we are, what we become. It's only natural progression. You know what I'm saying.

Shoot. Wouldn't it be great to be spread out on the sand right now? Below a blazing sun?

Hold on, I'll be right back - I'm going to go take a whiff of sun tan lotion.