It’s back-to-school time for kids in our area. I get such a nostalgic feeling whenever I see the buses back on the road, kids walking home with their backpacks and the high school parking lot is full of activity. Not that I would want to go through the teenage years again, it’s still hard to believe we’re no longer part of all this.
Can definitely understand the nostalgia. But yet is it such a nice, ordinary, everyday kind of scene that there is also a feeling of comfort in the continuity - like a favourite old pair of slippers
