Second draft: Description of an event.

It all started when I was in Brazil four years ago. My mom and I decided to go to “Santos”, a beach near to Sao Paulo, where my uncle has a flat very close to the beach. My uncle told me that it was an incredible beach, so I was very excited and fascinated.

                It turned out to be a nightmare. The day that we arrived to Santos, I ran to the beach for sunbath, like always I didn’t use sunscreen because according to me and my stupid theory that I consider myself brunette, I’ve always thought that  sun never burns in a heavy way on me. So there I was, very relaxed, until I fell asleep. After two hours, I woke up and I realized that it was time for lunch, so I went to the flat, where my mother was cooking. At the moment that I entered to the kitchen my mom was in shock; “Valen, you’re insolated!” she yell.

                That night, was the worst ever. I cried like a baby, I couldn’t sleep at all, my skin hurt so bad that my mom didn’t know what to do. After that night, my mother ran to the drugstore and she bought me “Caladril”, a cream that is use for burns and itching. In the end, the few next days were also a nightmare. I couldn’t take long showers, despite it was hot. I had to spend all my holidays with a towel over my chest, and not to mention that wearing clothes was hell.

                All in all, since then I’ve been in love of “Caladril”, and I learned that every time that I go to the beach I must use sunscreen. I think that without my mother’s help, I wouldn’t be able to survive to that awful summer.