Our Robbed Pandemic Kids
I remember vividly the feeling I used to get as a kid every May. School was about to end and summer was on our doorstep. As the days got warmer and the evenings got longer, there was only one thing on my mind… summer soccer. I spent every night in my cleats and shinpads, in the sunshine and rain, on those fields. I was reminded of this today as we got the message that my son’s summer theatre performances would be cancelled.