We can't all have freckles...

It has been recalled to my attention that I am a very freckly girl. I have freckles on my arms, my chest, my back, my ears, and my face. How fortunate! When I was a kid my father told me this story about how my Aunt Elaine used to be covered in freckles. She was so freckly that soon they became so dense that all of freckles turned into a giant coat of freckles and he skin became an entirely new colour. I thought this was the coolest thing and secretly wished that I would become so freckly that my freckles would turn into a blob that covered my entire skin. Such was not the case for me. I was left splattered in the summertime with pigments of colour, but nothing lasting. Only later, when I was about fourteen, did I notice that my Aunt Elaine had freckles. Tons of them. Either she turned coats once and was going to turn again, or she had never turned at all. Now my dad is a pretty good story-teller. He has yet to deny the existence of Santa Claus. It's pretty remarkable. I decided not to call his bluff. And accepted once more that I was bound to be another freckly kid.