One of the youngsters in my children’s group, about age 9, said it felt unnatural.
My grand-daughter, age 12, has had panic attacks at seeing all the unmasked faces (mostly because her mother has been overly paranoid and preachy about the dangers, because she is a nurse and works with people who are in fact sick – and doesn’t recognize that the rest of us are not getting that concentrated a “dose” being around normal, well, people).

My wife works in pediatrics, often along with speech therapists. The lunacy and damage she has witnessed in the past two years is, unfortunately, too long to detail. My wife does a great job at navigating protocols and idiotic policies while focusing on treating the kids, but the ignorance of so many of the facility administrators, parents, and, unfortunately, caregivers is painful to witness.

Beautiful!

I too loved those last few weeks leading up to Summer Vacation*, and then Summer Vacation itself, but I also loved going back in the Fall. I think that may have had something to do with the fact that there were girls there, but Fall is still my favorite time of year. That “back to school” feeling!

*In grammar school my mother would send me to school with a dollar on that last day and when classes ended I would walk across the street to the barber shop, hand the barber a dollar and he would give me a crew cut and a piece of bazooka joe bubblegum when he was finished. I loved that feeling! Perfect for hot, summer days. My wife would not be pleased, at all, but I sometimes reminisce about cutting all my hair off to get that feeling again!

Then again, I have not been in a real primary education classroom in a long time.