As a kid, were you happy or anxious about going back to school? Now that you’re older, how has your attitude toward the end of the summer evolved?
When I was a kid, I was always sad to see summer end. The night before the first day of school was spent picking out clothes and worrying. I worried that I was picking out the wrong clothes. I also worried that I would miss the school bus. It was hard to fall asleep.
Now, I’m still sad to see summer end. I’m still worried that my kid will miss the school bus. She has pretty good taste in clothes so I don’t worry about clothes as much. It is still hard to fall asleep on the night before the first day of school.
Why does summer have to end so soon?
P.S. I think I’m anxious about the school bus because my mom flipped the car over, while taking me to school. So since then I’ve tried so hard not to miss the bus. It might be bordering on being a phobia. I still dream about missing the bus.