Nan's Skin

When was a kid, I used to play with the loose skin on the back of my Nan’s hand? It brought me great delight to see the skin move and contort into any shape I moved it too.

What made me relive this childhood memory?

A Dyson air blade hand - dryer! As I stood drying my hands, my skin wobbled and moved, just like that of my Nan.

Wait, I’m not old isn’t 60 the new 50 or 40? I don’t know.

I remember Nan, who was a big part of my life  until she passed away at 84. You should have seen her skin move and shake, then; her veins were like rivers within the skin folds. When I was a kid, the skin moved much as mine did in the hand dryer because when I was a kid, my Nan was the age I am now, and I have my Nan's skin who would have thought.