When I was in middle school, I remember watching the big clock in the classroom. Five minutes to the end of the period seemed like an eternity. The second hand inched around the clock face so slowly, I wanted to scream.
On Monday morning, Friday seemed like a lifetime away. Each day crawled towards the weekend. And then, finally, Saturday would arrive. After delivering newspapers, I would lay in my backyard watching the clouds move across the sky, listening to the birds sing. Sleeping over at my best friend’s house seemed to last for days, even though it was just hours. We played... Read More