It used to feel like hard labor

I used to feel sad when the cicadas started their earsplitting end-of-summer sound, and Labor Day was the worst holiday of them all. The last neighborhood picnic, when it got dark before we could even finish the softball game. The cold walk home, all the kids alone with their first day of school dread; the new-clothes-are-they-the right-clothes worry; the sleepless night.

It used to feel like the end of everything. Amazing what a little perspective (and no more school) can do.

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