Summertime memories

When I close my eyes and think of my childhood summers, the first thing that comes to mind is Noxema. My dad is a great believer in Noxema. Sun burns, minor cuts and scrapes, bug bites… there’s nothing that couldn’t be cured with Noxema. Once on vacation, my brother threw me into a pool, almost. I hit the side of the pool with my back and some well intentioned person told my parents, after they dragged my bloody screaming self from the pool that with an injury like that, I may have permanent disabilities. My dad made me walk up four flights of stairs and applied Noxema liberally to my wound. He swears to this day that my unaffected ability to walk can be credited to that creamy white miracle cure.