I grew up in the sun, first in the San Joaquin Valley, then on the west coast of Florida. I remember burning badly sometimes from playing outside, especially at the start of every summer. It meant a couple of days of discomfort, but it didn’t slow us down much. There was no talk of a depleted ozone layer or skin cancer in the 60s and early 70s. I don’t remember anyone worried about skin cancer. Only movie stars wore sunglasses, certainly not kids. My mom and her glistening friends spent hours tanning by the pool basted in Johnson&Johnson baby oil. When I was 16 my skin was dark brown and my hair nearly white like my sibs. Then, in the 70s we began hearing about CFCs, Ozone depletion, and skin cancer. Sun glasses were still mostly a fashion statement. There were new products called sunblockers.
My Oceanography professor, a diver, boatsman, fisherman, and surfer, claimed that Ozone depletion was all bullshit. This was in 1973. He was saying something about the molecular weights of CFCs were too heavy to reach the Ozone layer and jets were poor delivery systems—planes couldn’t carry pollution high enough to reach the OL. Even Oxygen was too heavy with its two molecules, O2. He said to reach the OL, it would have to drop a molecule and become O1, which is Ozone. O1 is Ozone. It sounded reasonable, especially coming from a prof. and a waterman.
By 1980, people were starting to wear more hats, expensive UV-blocking sunglasses, and sunblock at the beach. Zinc had been popular with surfers, fishermen and other water people since the early 70s to protect the top of the ears and bridge of the nose from burning, but it had nothing to do with fear of skin cancer. I left to live in Europe for ten years and returned in 1991 to find that some of the old fishermen and golfers I had known were going blind from retinal damage due to long term UV exposure. People had facial scars from skin cancer removal, especially avid golfers. Young surfers, windsurfers, people who were born in the early 70s, were being diagnosed with skin cancer.
Then, after spending my first summer back in sailing competitions, I came up with a sore on my shoulder that wouldn’t heal. They dug out a chunk of precancerous cells. After all those years of exposure with no problems, I come back and start having problems right away after my first summer. Almost every water person I know has had little chunks of meat removed since I’ve been back in Florida. I don’t remember adults, old fishermen, golfers, recreational sailors, etc., having these problems when I was a kid. Things have really changed and they seem to be getting worse. I’ve witnessed the change and take the UV thing and climate change (I see other evidence of this on dive trips and gunkholing estuaries all over Florida, Yucatan, and the Bahamas) very seriously. It is sad. I am especially fanatical about my sunglasses. I really don’t want to suffer like some of the old codgers did in my time.