I think about my mother and the many vacations we spent in Hawaii and on the sunny shores of southern Thailand. She spent them ducking in the shade with a visor on and shielding her face with a magazine, no matter how persistently my brothers and I begged for her to jump in the water with us. My dad always joined in on the fun, crashing into the waves for hours until he was sunburned to a crisp. He has fewer sun spots than my mother. He does not call them “sun damage.” In fact, he does not call them anything.