
Originally Posted by
Chaotika
My mom's sugar daddy took us to Maui when I was 13, and I had my 14th birthday there. My mom was a spooky chick, so I was raised wearing all black and avoiding the sun like the plague, but when we got to Hawaii, my mom said "Why not try to get a tan, honey? Everyone that leaves Hawaii comes back with a beautiful, golden tan". I never much liked the look of tans, but I figured, "why the hell not?" and slathered on this coconut smelling tanning oil and laid in the sun for a few hours.
Not only did I *not* get a tan, I got 2nd degree burns all over my shoulders, and spent 7 of my 10 days in Hawaii with completely blistered, cracking, painful shoulders and upper-back. I still have the scars there to prove it, too :P
Regardless of that mess, though, Hawaii was killer, and I hope someday I can afford to go there again... *le sigh* <3
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