I remember the feeling very well, if I could bottle it and sell it I would be a billionaire, that feeling you get at the start of your six week summer holidays when you are a child.
You don't get that same feeling the year you leave school because there is uncertainty and decisions to be made that you will possibly regret for the rest of your life.
I remember the pure joy, the knowing that early mornings will be reserved for fun days out, the realisation that your school uniform will hang in your wardrobe getting dusty, the fact you can choose whatever you want to wear, what time you will get up, and you have the wonder of a morning full of childrens tv.
Although now I suppose that isn't one of the points that lure children into the joy of summer holidays - my children have tv on tap from the moment they wake to the moment they sleep if required, and its even there on those occasions that they have emptied their stomach contents all over their bed, and need a distraction from the sicky feeling that still remains in the middle of the night.
I have never ever had that feeling since I was approx fourteen years old, and I miss it, and I know I shall probably never ever have that feeling again.
What I do hope is that the children will get that lovely feeling, my little boy is counting down to his first six week holiday from school, and for months has been wanting to know how much longer?! This morning he welcomed me warmly when he woke up, with a big kiss and a lovely hug that only he knows how to deliver - he announced to us that he was really looking forward to school today, and he wished he could go there right now (it was 7am) I asked him why, and he told me because he has so much fun there.
I am so glad he is enjoying school, but I do wish he had discovered it wasn't that bad 6 months ago, instead of waiting till the week before he breaks up for summer!
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