It posted just fine, kedougou! Humbled and grateful for your reply . . .the emotions feel so raw.
When I was 7, we spent a day at Jersey Shore. It was grey and overcast, and we didn't use sunscreen, or cover up. My entire back got sun poisoning, with big blisters. There were benefits to this: people were extraordinarily nice to me when they saw my back. I enjoyed hearing people talk about me. I dint have to wear a shirt for a whole week. After that they took me to a store to buy a halter top. I always wanted a halter top.
I started to get more active and less careful. My brother and I were tossing a ball, sitting in a big hallway. He threw the ball, and I scootched back and made direct contact--back to wall. I screamed, and then felt the coolness--a big blister popped open and ran down my back, and down the wall.
So this is like that second round-raw, but draining.
My back healed. My mom probably still feels guilty. Someone asked me yesterday, "Where is the closest, best beach?" I said "Definitely not New Jersey, we like Maryland." "Hmm, I'm not sure really why that is . . ."
Today I remembered. Youch!
Thank you for reliving pain on our behalf, kedougou.
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