When I was growing up, summers were my own. I spent hours and hours reading, often outside on the grass, and I would look up from the page occasionally to watch the contrails in the sky. It’s a wonderful memory-feeling of freedom and pleasure. I wonder how many children today have that kind of quiet freedom? Many of my students’ lives are centered around intense schedules, and so many of their parents spend lots of time and money on ways to “keep them busy.” I took piano lessons, and sometimes a drama or crafts class during the summer, but mostly my summers were simply filled with books and friends.
School is finally out, so today marks the beginning of my summer break, (hooray!) and I am so looking forward to a few weeks of freedom filled with books, family and friends.