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I wasn’t a fun of the warm sun and no a/c

I can still feel the sweltering heat mixed with the salt of the ocean, and my sweat makes me feel sticky and heavy.

“How is this supposed to be fun?” I thought to myself. Seven-year-old me, with my mini shades, juice box, and hatred for the beach is the reason I was the weird kid and outcast in my cali-centric family. My mother with her gorgeous Indian Summer tan, my father with his obnoxious surfer locks, and my siblings who loved to splash in the salty waves were the reason that everyone in my family looked at me with peculiar wonderment.With my pale skin and unhappy appearance, I felt like an alien in these “fun-in-the-sun” family outings. My mom tried to make it fun for me. She bought every sand castle kit, floaties in obscure animal shapes, and adorable little kid bathing suits on the market. While I appreciated the effort it still didn’t change the fact that I dreaded the heat and sun of the California beaches. All I wanted to do was sit at home in the quality air conditioning. Our family had a state of the art high velocity AC plan. The air would quickly whip through the home and lower the temperature in a matter of minutes. That was my idea of a good time. A lot of cooling, a good drink and to relax inside with a book. As an adult, it is no wonder that I sprung for a good a/c plan.

 

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