I saw a young student skipping out of a High School today as I drove past. It was obviously the end of the school day and he was positively rapturous!
Nothing changes because I remember that feeling so well myself ! - the 2.45pm bell meant home-time, freedom and glorious adventures to come! Even though I love to finish work and head home nowadays I'm not sure it comes close to the feeling I has as a kid at home-time. One of those magical daily doorways, which allowed you to be the child you actually were for the rest of the day!
I remember when I was about 10 in 1970, the first thing I did after getting home was to make a jam butty and grab a tall glass of cold milk. The butty was made of a thick slice of Mothers Pride white bread, smeared with lurpak butter and daubed with Robertsons or Chivers extra- strawberry jam, the sort where whole strawberries sat in a pool of thick red jelly. The milk was always full-cream, none of the wishy washy semi-skimmed cordial I drink nowadays. Good for bones and teeth my old Mum would have said. Puts hairs on your chest exclaimed my Dad!
My jam butty and milk routine is such a vivid and happy memory that I still enjoy it nowadays, although decent thick white bread is sadly a rarity in our house nowadays too. Snack in hand I would attend to whatever serious business required my utmost attention - reading Look-In, lounging with a Creepy comic, watching Scooby Doo or riding my chopper bike to my mate Robin Adderleys's house up the road. Basically anything that I wanted to do for two fantastic hours before tea at around 5 and the nightly struggle with my homework around 6 after kid's TV had finished and adults took over. Aah, those were the days!
What are your home-time memories?
Robin and me aged 10 or 11 Ca. 1970 - fortune and glory!
[note my Donny Osmond cap and cocky thumbs in pockets stance!]