Can’t remember the year, but it was another holiday with my parents down to the coast. I used to look forward to the train journey, looking out of the window, recounting the stations as they flew past (early autism at work there).
As I recall it was a sunny, hot, clear day. I gazed out of the window, looking into the sun, without sunglasses or a hat on. I didn’t think anything of it until we reached our destination. All of a sudden, I’ve started to feel rather queasy and ill.
I’ve got a bad dose of sunstroke. And we’re supposed to be on holiday! I was quickly rushed to the local doctors who prescribed me some medicine as the sunstroke manifested itself in a very poorly Allen.
Had a bucket next to the bed, my head was throbbing and I was being sick on a regular basis. Just felt very sorry for myself. At a very young age, I hadn’t taken the correct precautions to guard against the sun. To this day, I sometimes take a gamble by not putting on suncream. But I wear a hat and sunglasses. That day and a half laid up in bed was no way to start a holiday, though. Never take a risk with the sun, at any stage of the summer.
The excitement of a week away, gone. Young and innocent? Well, I’m not both anymore. But it’s a memory that sticks in my mind for ever more. What my parents must have thought of my inattention to detail I don’t know. The bucket full of chunder was testament to that.
Sunstroke…don’t take that risk.