Red Hair & Freckles

I went up to Luna Pier today. I wanted a little sun and to feel the breeze, smell the dead fish, pull mayflies out of my hair...So I sat on the pier and let my mind go, feeling the sun on my face, remembering when I was a child with bright red hair and freckles. Could never go in the sun without being covered up. I hated my red hair and freckles. Kids made fun of you, adults fawned over you and pinched your cheeks. When I see a child with that same coloring, I feel this inherent sadness for him. And then I thought here I am in the sun, trying to get some color, which means I am going to bring my freckles out...and that red hair I hated so much, I now pay money to have that color put back in my hair which I am bleaching out by sitting in the sun. I shouldn't let my mind go.