I hate sunscreen. It could possibly be one of the most foul substances on Earth. I honestly could never see a really good reason to wear it. I never burned.
Then came the sunniest day of the year. It was the kind of day that you were sure that the sun was laughing at your pain. I completely forgot about sunscreen, and I was at the beach. The whole day I swam, and played in the sand without a care.
Later that night, as we were driving home, I felt a horrible pain in my face. It felt as if it was on fire, and when I touched it my hands were almost burned. I tried to ignore it, but we were only half way there and I couldn't even pretend that I was fine. So, I mentioned it.
When we got home and my mom took a good look at my face she looked a little pale. My skin was bubbling up into painful blisters, and soon almost my whole face was just one huge awful blister. I couldn't go outside for a week without my face burning more than it already was. It took two and a half weeks to finally get the last of the peeling skin off of me. Needless to say I try to wear sunscreen in the summer now. But, I still hate it.
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