June 30th, July 1st, July 4th….Then and Now

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June 30th, July 1st, July 4th….Then and Now

June 30th. Report card day. In my childhood I recall the feeling of two months of freedom once I clutched that all important envelope in my hands. We used to chant:

No more pencils, No more books, No more teacher’s dirty looks.

Decades later I recall taking my own children to school on June 30th to pick up their report cards. We used to go out for breakfast after with friends. Later on in the afternoon we’d head to Chuck E Cheese for pizza and games. And on the drive home we would witness lightning and hear the rumble of thunder and usually make it home safely into the garage before the worst of the storm hit.

I wonder what my kids are doing today back in Canada. I did some grocery shopping this morning and will be headed down to the pool shortly to cool off. Both temperatures and humidity are soaring in Mazatlan today.  

Tomorrow is July 1st, Canada Day. When my kids were younger, we used to go to Fort Whyte for the annual scavenger hunt. We’d often go to Assiniboine Park or The Forks to watch the fireworks at night. Sometimes we’d go to the Osborne Street or Corydon Street festivities.

And Monday is July 4th which brings back fond memories of going to the USA for parades and fireworks. This year I’ll be about two hours out of Mazatlan celebrating this holiday. A barbecue, games and a bonfire are part of the celebration.

Happy Canada Day! Happy 4th of July! Enjoy and stay safe.

 

About iamkaren23

I am a Canadian writer currently living in East Wenatchee, Washington. I published When Glad Becomes Sad in 2009. My second book, Alive Again, was published in March of 2015. Both are self-help books. I am currently working on a third book, this time a work of fiction.

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