52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History: Fall
Growing up in California, “Fall” is a bit of a misnomer, as we don’t really have “seasons”. What fall represented for me was going back to school, which rather than horror, prompted excitement. It was a new beginning with new school supplied, new clothes and a new attitude. Everything that was wrong last year would be right. It was a do-over. A fresh slate. And I loved it.
As adults, we don’t really have this. We don’t start a new job each year (or at least *I* don’t- been here for 16 now!) and we don’t get all new clothes and binders and pens and Peachey folders annually, either. Best we can do is have children and wonder why they don’t get as excited about a new pencil holder as we do.