Sea wall 1990. My sister and me.
So… it’s day one of my twenty-eighth year. At least I look younger than my little sister. Blame it on the sunscreen and the miserable summer days spent in the ophthalmologists office filing medical records as opposed to outside next to the un-shaded pool with the cranky children we traded off watching for $7.50 and hour. Don’t get me wrong, those were the good old days when driving to our summer jobs was our biggest responsibility and the promise of a sunny beach weekend with friends lurked around the corner.
