Today was the first day of the new school year for two of my grandchildren and millions of other children from coast to coast. Maddie, fifth grade, and Jack, first grade, headed off cheerfully with clothes picked for the occasion . . . and colorful face masks.
Thanks to your reminiscence, I too got to remember those back-to-school days. The memories I have of those days are rich and funny but wrought with anxiety. Anxious to fit in and to be respected by teachers and students alike. Those anxieties would soon disappear but they were a definite part of the tradition of returning to school. This year I won't be returning to school. That is going to be a poignant new memory.
Thanks to your reminiscence, I too got to remember those back-to-school days. The memories I have of those days are rich and funny but wrought with anxiety. Anxious to fit in and to be respected by teachers and students alike. Those anxieties would soon disappear but they were a definite part of the tradition of returning to school. This year I won't be returning to school. That is going to be a poignant new memory.