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  • You know, Alex, I miss that feeling when your life was divided into school, winter, school, then summer. Like most children, I have these memories of sitting in hot and humid Canadian classrooms, and staring off into space, waiting for summer to arrive.

    Then you grow up. And now, your life (or at least my life) is no longer divided into such chunks. It’s just one whole chunk, now. And it’s called work.

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  • It’s funny you should say that. I have a post draft about things I miss from my childhood – the lazy summer afternoons, spending a few weeks at my grandparents’ house in the countryside, going to camp with the scouts, even the summer reading lists. And sometimes I complained about how I hate school and how I can’t wait for it to be over and not have to read my history lesson, or learn about all the mountains in South America. Then my Mom would tell me “just you wait! Wait till you’re older and you have a job and responsibilities and a million other things to do. You’re going to wish you were at school”.
    She was so very right! It’s all work now. I do enjoy it (most of the time) because it’s so challenging. But I do miss the carefree summers of 15 years ago.

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  • oh seriously. i always think about this. how carefree and wonderful it all was. then, thinking about that one boy you couldn’t wait to see when school started. it was all so awesome, and we pissed it away being BORED! haha

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  • […] for a while. I’ve wanted to write about the summer of my childhood ever since I’ve posted this just because I don’t want to forget. Blogging will kind of be like writing my memoirs.When I was […]

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