Summer Tans & Rebel Girls
When I was 15 years old, I had the idea I would spend a Saturday laying in the sun. I turned my radio on and set the dial to the Top 40. It was a plug-in radio, so I stuck it on the sill of my open bedroom window which faced our backyard. Then I ran outside to check the volume. It wasn’t loud enough so I headed back in to turn it up a bit. I ended up going back and forth a few times until I got the volume just right. Then I went to find a beach towel.
We had green and blue lawn chairs that turned into lounge chairs. You had to lay a towel on these kind of chairs because they were covered in thin plastic tubing that wrapped around the aluminum frame and it stuck to your skin and dug designs into your flesh. So I laid a towel on mine and dragged it to a perfect “laying in the sun location.”
I got a Dr. Pepper and poured it into a glass with ice. I grabbed suntan lotion as it was a hot summer day and I slathered myself in Hawaiian Tropic. I was fair-skinned and I thought I would get myself a nice deep tropical tan.
Finally, I laid down on my back and closed my eyes. I laid there and laid there and laid there and laid there and laid there for what seemed like days. Then I flipped over and laid on my stomach for a good long while. I had no idea how long I had been out there, so I checked the time. It turned out I’d been laying in the sun for ten minutes.
At that point, I decided laying in the sun was the most boring activity I had ever participated in. So, I threw in the towel and that was the end of my sun-bathing days.
Thank you for reading my thoughts.
Stay wild stay free,
Black Sheep Rebel Girl