It’s that time of year again. Tomorrow, my wife and I will help gather supplies into a well-worn book bag, and shuffle our eldest out the door to a new school. Then one week later, the little ones will be ushered out of the house with notebooks, pencils, and a bagged lunch in hand.
School days, I love them. For me, they bring up great memories, full of excitement at the newness waiting for me inside those classroom doors. I think I could spend the rest of my life as a student, if it was only feasible to the wallet and the mortgage.