One of my least favorite holidays is the Labor Day weekend. When I was a child I disliked it because that meant summer vacation was over and we had to go back to school. I did not like school. I did not like having to haul lots of the books from class to class and I hated having to do homework. I don’t think that I would have hated it quite so much if the teachers had let us keep a set of books home so that we would not have to lug heavy backpacks back and forth.
This Labor Day weekend, though, should be a good weekend because I have been invited to and a barbecue party at Tyler’s beach house. I understand that Tyler and Amy put on a great barbecue so I am looking forward to having a good time. Although I am saddened by the end of summer at least my days of carrying the backpacks to school are finished.