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"How I learned to be perfectly happy not having a tan."

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I knew I was finally an Aussie when I no longer coveted a tan.

My little rag-tag family were on holiday in the most beautiful place in the universe – also known as Lord Howe Island – rockpool-hopping at the end of a horseshoe beach that’s home to gliding turtles and nesting sooty terns and water so clear it would make you weep, when we saw them.

A family just like ours, two tired-looking parents, two kids in permanent bounce. They were the only other people on the beach (again, Lord Howe Island), and we greeted each other from a distance with knowing nods.

“They must be English,” I said to Brent, my partner. “Maybe German. They’re not Aussies.”

“What are you talking about?” He asked, distracted by trying to stop five-year-old Billy from impaling himself on a bed of oyster shells. “How could you possibly tell from here?”

“Their tans.”

It was true. It was a blazing day, and the mystery family were uncovered and burning up. Speedos and bikinis and flip-flops, oh my.

My little Aussie kids? Rashies and sunscreen and hats. Sunglasses and covered rock-hopper shoes. A bag full of cover-ups and sunscreen – SunSense Junior SPF 50+ is two hours’ water-resistant so it’s never left behind on days like these.

Watching my daughter’s legs slowly morph in shade from chalk to almond as our week progressed made me a little nervous. We are bred to be sun safe in Australia. We are taught to respect that unforgiving glare. My daughter doesn’t covet a suntan, and wants a hat with a brim (see the photo below!).

Unlike me, at her age. Growing up in the low-skied drizzle of England’s north, for pasty anglo girls like me, a sun tan was a status symbol, a vanity trophy, as well as a mark that you had spent the summer somewhere else. I was born so pale, my joke was that I turned white in the sunlight, but secretly I didn’t find it very funny. Whenever we strayed to warmer climes for a holiday, instant scarlet sunburn spread across my shoulders. My nose was one big blister.

I hated it. I wanted to be like my beautiful friend Lindsay, who had olive skin that caramelised in sunshine. Or even like my mum who – it was the 1980s, people – would start her summer holiday on a Factor 15 and work her way down to an oil of factor 2 (the point of which escapes me) in order to get her legs that much-desired cocoa shade.

Looking back now, knowing what I do, I could shake my blister-spotted self and my oiled-up mum.

Because before the Lord Howe beach, before my kids were hunting for turtles in rock pools, before they even existed, Brent and I had one of those calls.

The kind that start with a doctor’s most serious voice, asking us to come in. Brent had a mole on his chest that was changing and growing. He’d gone to the doc after a long campaign from me to get “it” looked at. And straight away we were into Melanoma, into surgery, into taking little bits of tissue from other places, just to be sure.

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We were in overnight stays, me driving up and down to hospital be with him while he was afraid. And we were into the fear, the waiting on results that will shape your lives. Days of waiting.

We were the lucky ones. Brent had a green light, and we were back out in the sun, the same people, blinking, shaken and feeling completely different.

We have never let our kids play freely in the world since. That sounds terrible, like torture, in a land so abounding in green-space and beach-space and bush-space and sunshine, sunshine, sunshine. But it’s not. They’re still out there daily, they’re just not thrown raw to that Aussie sun that blasts through curtains, fading all your pictures, melting your candles and waking you with bleaching spotlight every morning.

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Me and my partner Brent. Image: supplied.

So back at the beach. Sensible swimsuits that cover a lot. Reapplying lashings of sunscreen every two hours, if we're out for that long. Or after swimming or getting sweaty - hey, it does rub off on the towel, apparently.

SunSense Sport SPF 50+ offers the highest SPF protection available in Australia*, so it's my personal pick. And suddenly, I have a new appreciation for my rain-washed childhood and my pale skin.

"Why aren't those kids wearing hats?," ask my kids, product of a British mum, a Kiwi Dad and an all-Australian beach childhood.

"Where they come from," I say, as by now their accents had confirmed it. "They don't know the sun is so dangerous. They want to burn."

My daughter looked at me as if I'd said they liked putting their hand in a stream of boiling water.

"I know," I say. "Isn't that strange?" And I mean it.

This content was brought to you with thanks by our brand partner, SunSense.

*Highest label claim allowed as per AS/NZS 2064:2012; Very High. SPF 50+, Broad Spectrum.
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