When I was about 15 years old, I spent a beautiful March day relaxing in the fresh spring like air. The breeze was cool, but the sun shone warm enough to run my bare feet through the clovers. As my family stretched fishing poles over the water, I was enjoying my afternoon kicking back in a chair, reading a book of unsolved mysteries. The hours were roughly 11-4. And it felt amazing. But then the afternoon ended. We loaded up into the car, and I realized that during those hours, I had gotten severely sunburned. So severe that in getting up the next morning, my knees gave out from the…