No more pencils, no more books ...
I was the kid who used to cry at the end of the school year. I loved school that much. (Elementary school anyway. Junior high was another story ...) My son, Jack, is following in my footsteps. Today was his last day of preschool (until next fall -- he's going back) and he cried as we left the building, waving to the directors and saying he loved his school and would miss his teacher Ms. Heidi and all of his friends.
While I know he won't always get teary at end of each school year, I hope his love of learning continues to grow and last during his lifetime.
And from our house to yours, happy summer!
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