This graphic popped up on my Facebook feed the other day, and I realized that times have not changed. It's a right of passage every September for students to write an essay on what they did on summer vacation. So here's mine. Granted, the vacation was in 1972, but through the prism of time I have come to appreciate what my parents did--and did not--teach us.
The
“educational” tag is SO over rated. Especially when it comes to summer
vacations. My parents (a self-employed business man and an elementary
school teacher) made it their mission to make sure we learned something over
the summer break. So while my friends were water skiing on Lake Michigan
or riding donkeys down to bottom of the Grand Canyon or hanging out with Mickey
& Minnie, my family was marching through the Smithsonian in DC or traipsing
along the Freedom Trail in Boston or sitting (snoozing) through historical
lectures in the City of Brotherly Love.
Did I
have VA-CAY Envy? You bet I did!
