I love Sundays. As an adult I have a higher appreciation for Sundays than I did when I was a kid. Sunday meant waking up early, no t.v., stuffy clothes, and off to church. Not only that, but when you come home you have to make sure you finish your homework, eat dinner, and take a bath. Now comes the impending dread. An entire day wasted on things a child has no care for, and lo and behold an entire day of running and playing down the drain! I dreaded Sundays, hell I dreaded Saturday, because Sunday was the day after, and after Sunday--SCHOOL!
It was a dreary every weekend scenario for me for my entire school career, until the day I graduated. I went to the work force, forty hours a week with a little OT. I worked Saturdays, but NEVER Sundays. Work was closed, and I got to do what I wanted. Hung out with friends, went on a date, or spent the day cruising around trying to get into whatever trouble wanted to rear its ugly head. That's what eighteen year olds do, and I loved it.
