At 2:29pm my passenger doors swing open and three kids hustle inside landing with relief in their seats.
“How was school today?” I ask.
I usually get silence or a one word answer which is understandable after a full day of wearing masks and following social distancing rules.
I usually have better luck with asking for a thumbs up, middle or down rating.
After a few minutes in the car, I know I’ll get an answer from my son if I ask what he did at recess.
A smile always creeps onto his face as he begins to tell me the day’s tale of an “epic” football game, fishy fishy (think sharks and minnows), four square or a soccer match. He lights up with excitement telling me all the details.
Do you remember what it feels like to play at recess?
I remember hours of monkey bar swings (I used to hook my knees around the bar and flip off), kick ball, swinging so high on the swings that I could jump off and land on my feet, wind...