As an official 23-year-old I thought I was all grown up and too good for sunscreen. Yes, me and my ghostly pale skin. So there I was on the beaches of San Diego basking in the sunlight with no protection. A light breeze, the surfer boys running by in their wetsuits and the sounds of the volleyball game 50 yards away filled the air. 3 hours later… I was a little pink, but I felt okay. Then after a stroll through the mall I caught a my reflection in a Nordstrom mirror.