Usually, the beginning of certain school holidays always ended with a heat wave. For us young guys really no problem then. Compared to today, when our generation is already getting older, it likes to visit the shady places in the heat of the day to be able to breathe. Yes, summer holidays and summer. One was inconceivable without the other. By the time I was growing up, I did not experience a last day of school when it was cool or raining, which may have happened elsewhere. Most of the time it was always very hot. It was cool to slide down the dry grassy hills on the seat of your pants, to ...

Usually, the beginning of certain school holidays always ended with a heat wave. For us young guys really no problem then. Compared to today, when our generation is already getting older, it likes to visit the shady places in the heat of the day to be able to breathe. Yes, summer holidays and summer. One was inconceivable without the other. By the time I was growing up, I did not experience a last day of school when it was cool or raining, which may have happened elsewhere. Most of the time it was always very hot. It was cool to slide down the dry grassy hills on the seat of your pants, to play on the highest tree tops or to loop with the rope swing with a lot of pep. And of course, much of what we had in mind went a little differently then planned. With knees open, scratches on the face, torn trousers and usually with much more trouble at home. Eventually, we went to school to learn something and the money for the broken trousers, pants and torn jackets came, as so often, from the hard-earning parents' money. Since then you can understand so many unpleasure so many parents then only too well, if the completely ragged and filthy-looking offspring not only with moderate school grades, but also equal with demolished school wear in the afternoon in front of the door stood. And if at that time our valued parents have spanked us on the back then, then certainly not because of the often just so only enough annual grades. Our teachers were there for us in the many tutoring sessions, which we are all more grateful to them for today, as lazy as we were. Later, they took all of us through the exams and lost so many nerves. Our parents must somehow have known this then. For them, it was always important to complete a thing until the very end. At that time I probably had to get a bit older to understand why. And if the new trousers because of a playground-story was broken again, then it was just back butt move ..... . So, on that last day of school, I was dressed by my step-mother in a decent new pair of cloth trousers with the urgent admonition to keep it undamaged and clean. A punishment actually to have to watch how others fumbled after the last lesson in the largest dirt and you as just a marginal figure, wait for the then girlfriend of your aunt picks you up by car from the school, because also your parents were traveling that day. And it's not just a friend, but a rather upscale personality, whose home was governed by servants and butlers. Since a dirty school trouser has lost nothing! Besides, one should not end up dirtying the back seat of today's very old car.