Earlier this week, I drove to work on a perfect spring morning – bright sunshine, blue skies and a slight cool breeze. I drove past Veteran’s Park School and all the kids were outside on the lawn, playing all different sorts of games. It was Field Day!!
Or at least that’s what we used to call it when I was a kid. Field Day was one of my favorite days of the year. It always meant summer vacation was just a few weeks away. We had no classes that day. Everybody brought a sack lunch and they had cokes on ice and those ice cream cups with wooden spoons. After we took roll, everybody was dismissed to gather on the field outside the school.
The teachers were ready with dozens of games-from dodgeball to SPUD to kickball to softball toss to all sorts of relays (involvng balloons and fruit and ball bats and more) to three-legged races to….the end of year tug-o-war! They gave out ribbons to everybody and let us run and rip and yell and laugh and laugh and laugh.
Remembering the simple joys of childhood brought a smile this week.