My name is Tammy, and I'm a sun-worshiper.
I rise with the sun, and start my existence. ~ The Partridge Family
Mom says from the time I was wee, I was an early riser. It didn't matter if she put me to bed early or late. If the sun was up; so was I. It's still so. It took me a while to figure out what Mom figured out in my infancy. I'm getting up with the sun no matter what time I go to bed. I'm in a much better mood for this if I go to bed earlier.
When I was a youngin and the collective consciousness did not include terms like SPF and melanoma I played happily from sun-up to sundown sans sunscreen. True - Dad didn't allow us to be out in the 11-2 sun at the beach, but that wasn't to fend off skin cancer. That was just so no one got a bad burn and ruined our whole vacation. I never burned. I went increasingly yummy shades of brown. My Teutonic mother called me her little brown bean.
As a teen I was out by 10 wearing as little as the law (and my mom) would allow. Soaking up that Vitamin D and helping it along with baby oil.
It's a sunshine day - everybody's smilin'. ~ The Brady Bunch
As a young adult I tried really hard to become a night owl, but the pull of the sun was too strong. It never really took.
Up all night, sleep all day. ~ Slaughter
Big surprise to anyone that I developed SAD (seasonal affect disorder) as an adult? I thought not.
Sunshine go away today. I don't feel much like dancin'. ~ Jonathon Edwards
But hey! None of that now! On accounta today we'll see more sun than any other day this year. Happy Summer Solstice, ya'll!
I'm walkin' on sunshine - and don't it feel good? ~ Katrina and the Waves
***I know, I know, it's Father's Day, too, but my Daddy's (80th, holy cow!) birthday is just a little more than a week away and I've planned to do an homage of sorts to him, then.