Our school days are meant to be the happiest times of our lives.
But I'm not so sure. They were and still are simply public institutions where kids have to go, sit still, be quiet and learn by rote.
I often think the adage that school is the happiest of times is really about childhood in general, those tender years up to age 18 when our life was spent in the warmth of the family nest, when summers were endless and toys, books, TV, music and our beautiful obsessions filled our carefree days. School was just happened to be a part of it.
Looking back I can find little evidence in my own memories that school made me happy. I have a feeling I was quite stressed with the whole thing, especially secondary school. I enjoyed meeting girls and dating them but I feel that was more to do with age rather than school.
No, my own happiness in childhood began when I got home from school and again I probably mean Secondary. I just can't recall enough about my Primary days to comment. My 'world' was at home and largely in my bedroom, where all my stuff was: toys and books and later on albums and posters and friends. I adored my childhood world of space and monsters and I think it made me the person I became rather than anything I did at school.
What do feel readers? Did you enjoy school? Were you happy there?