The other day I walked passed the window and saw this.
And I began to recall being 16.
Laying out in the sun.
Slathered in baby oil.
Listening to Huey Lewis and the News on the cassette player.
Drinking sweet tea.
Gossiping with friends about the guys in our youth group.
To this day, baby oil still smells a bit like burning flesh to me.
But at least I was tan, and when your 16…that’s about all that matters.