In my younger years I most assuredly qualified as a sun worshipper. Every chance I got, I was out in the sun...seeking to darken my skin. Going fishing meant more to me than just catching fish. It meant an opportunity to wear as little clothing as my parents allowed and soak in more sun. The frying rays gave me a high like some people profess to get when they consume controlled substances.
We can't go back and undo life. What's done is done. I can't quite figure out why we get our good sense at the tail end of life. Somehow that seems to be a bit of a snag in the creation theory.....then again, maybe our structural flaws are what give evolution its good argument.