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Light Skin: A Short Story

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I was born into a family of extraordinarily light skin. With ethnic roots a perilous mix of Irish, Scandinavian, and British, “tanning” is a delicacy is as foreign a concept to us as advanced aerial aerobics is to pine trees; indeed, exclamations of “Ooh! Your shoulders are red!” and later, “You got a lot of freckles this summer!” are much more commonplace. To meander outside for even ten minutes without a thick cloak of SPF-50 sunscreen would be disastrous to our virtually pigmentless skin. Annual treks up to the family cabin we invariably seem pack a greater volume of the pale white goop than food or water; it was on this year’s trip that my unsuspecting dermis was fated for disaster. Flying inconspicuously under my family’s radar was a …show more content…

It was also a bit of information I had never really sought to acquire--not just in sunscreen, but it food, too; I had considered it a waste of time to forage over the package or box or wrapper in for the tiny, printed date. In retrospect, this was ridiculous: of the myriad products my five-person family consumed, the likelihood that at least one was well past its prime was exceedingly high. What was I thinking, that the Garbage Fairy will wander by and whisk away any such products to the afterlife of expired goods? Needless to say, as the day wore on, not only did the bucket containing my fishing bait grow progressively more empty, but my arms grew progressively more purple as they became saturated with the omnipresent enemy: ultraviolet …show more content…

Wishing to spare you the unpleasantness of regurgitating your latest meal, I’ll refrain from delving into any of the, ah, biological transpirings of my colossal sunburn as it began the heroic crusade to heal; but I will tell you how I thundered up the stairs to where my family’s suitcases were, feverishly intent on finding that failed bottle of sunscreen. Why didn’t it work!? The wheels of eventuality began to turn; I located the bottle and--surprise!--found it to be very, very, expired. I sank, decisively defeated, into a nearby chair. In days to come, it turned out I had quite a bit of time to mull things over, given the fact that I could hardly make a move to scratch my perpetually itchy nose without a tremendous shock of pain reverberating up my arm. I had reluctantly admitted to myself that in some dark and dingy corner of brain the question of the expiration date had flitted urgently. But in my haste to get out fishing, I had failed to listen to it. This was a curious realization for me, and a timely one. I have always been deeply involved and passionate in engineering curricula; I always liked to think I followed the advice to “pay attention to the small details”. My failing to check the expiration date of the sunscreen bottle led to me to the understanding that perhaps I never really followed that advice at all, or possibly just forgot it in the heat of the

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