The older I get the more I realize that my late dad was right in his assertion that your school days are the best days of your life. I vividly recall how, at the time, I considered how silly this was, since being a school kid was hardcore. I had to do homework, get up early, participate in physical education (to this day I still can’t climb a rope, nor have I ever had occasion to need to do so), and, amongst other horrors, sit cross-legged, arms folded on a hard wooden floor during morning assembly listening to Mr. Backhouse whittle on about some shite or other. Adults could do what they liked and had a shed full of money too. Being deluded, even at such a fragile age, is…
