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Sun protection wasn’t a thing — tanning was.You laid out your towel, turned the radio up, and coated yourself in baby oil mixed with iodine like it was a beauty secret passed down through generations.The goal wasn’t healthy skin — it was dark, fast, and crispy.You could hear the waves, smell the salt air, and feel the sun baking your skin while laughter floated across the beach.Nobody checked UV indexes.Nobody worried about SPF numbers.We just flipped over when someone said, “You’re burning.”And somehow, those days felt endless.Long summers.Warm nights.Hair that smelled like salt and sun.It wasn’t smart — but it was unforgettable.