I started kindergarten at st francis in 1962. the thing I still laugh about today is that for the first two or three years I can remember running out of school the last day of the year looking forward to the summer, having this feeling that summer lasted for an eternity. around the second or third grade, when I started having an awareness of time, over the loud speaker the mother superior wished us a good summer and she’ll see us in September.
I remember this sinking feeling I had because now I was aware of the months, and September was only a few months away, and vacation was not forever. I was sad.
I used to think summer lasted a year when I was in grammar school. Summer was deliciously long and lazy — nothing to do but enjoy my freedom and play and explore. But I loved school too and going back was no hardship on me.