A Spot

I have this spot on my arm, mole like. It is itchy, but that could be just dry skin, but it has be bothersome lately. J has even asked what the heck it is. I'm thinking I should have it checked out. I have a lot the high risk factors for skin cancer: fair skinned, been seriously sunburned at least twice, I don't always wear sunscreen. I'm probably making a mountain out of a mole, but I'm going to get it checked anyway. The thing that stinks is I don't have a doctor right now. My last one just left the clinic, just when I was happy with him taking over from my other doctor. He was great. Can I be so lucky to get a third good doctor? I've got my fingers crossed on that one.
This reminds me of the boy in kindergarten. He has J's skin tone and gets pretty tan in the summer if he's outside. I went into school to pick him up and the kids had all made life sized drawings of themselves in the hallway outside class; I'm looking at them and I noticed one kid colored brown. I thought oh, they must have a new kid, since this was a pretty whitebread town. So I take a closer look to see what his name is, and it is the boy. I'm wondering why he colored himself dark brown; we get in the car and I ask him about it. He said, "I am the tannest kid in class!" I had to laugh.