Most schools in Michigan start Tuesday. The first Tuesday after Labor Day.
Can you smell the crayons in your memory? Feel the sharpness of your newly-sharpened pencils? Do you remember what it felt like to gather school supplies and shop for school clothes and start school?
I remember the great excitement in August every year as we scurried over to the elementary school in Yale to see who would be our teacher during the upcoming year.
Barry remembers the end of precious summer freedom as the annual August apocalypse. (Even the thought of school shopping was an emotional disaster.)
I remember it as Heaven.
What is your memory? Did you love school or dread it? A little of both?