Unscramble

All of my growing up years were spent in convents , away from home for nearly 10 months of a year. The 2 lovely months- April , May at home for Summer Vacations.
Every year, one common trend among all of the classes was a count down chart would come up on the black boards. We'd strike off each day with growing enthusiasm. Mar 31 the D Day always marked brightly as if it were a deliverance or something.

Did I mention the enthu with, we 'd pack all our belongings. All those brand new clothes we d bought at the start of the year , now brown, faded, and in tatters. On March 30 we'd have just 1 pair outside. All the rest packed neatly.

Come Mar 31. Everyone's excited. Parents start to arrive at noon. All of us kids waiting with apprehension.
Finally when we spot em, get our cases and ready to sign out. Two months of fun , time with parents, and home sweet home.

You love your parents no matter what. The innocence of childhood.