Best Years of Your Life

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Best Years of Your Life

There’s the dress, the shoes, the hair – with or without tiara? And you must get the transport right. Pink Mini Cooper? Stretch Limo? Tacky, but what the heck.

My son preferred a lift in a vintage Cadillac and his Dad’s suit – fitted so well my husband never saw it again. My daughter, in gold home-sewn prom dress, walked there under a polka-dot umbrella.

But what a nuisance: the library taken over by chatting teenagers for weeks before exams, the park and playground filled with them hanging out doing nothing much afterwards. I won’t miss any of that.

Actually, it breaks my heart.

Miranda Lewis 2020

(Genre: unreliable memoir)

It’s Friday so I’m late once again to Friday Fiction and I find myself not very fictional.

Today, as schools close across the UK, I am just so sad for the children and young people, particularly those at crucial rite-of-passage stages of their education. No chatting instead of revising in the library for them, no prom night. My library will not be full of irritating teenagers this year as it will be closed; when I stroll through the park (alone) this May and even June there won’t be large groups of teenagers celebrating the end of exams and the start of a long summer by doing nothing in particular together. I still have exam nightmares but now realise there’s something worse than exams – no exams.

Thanks to our host Rochelle who deserves her own Friday Fiction purple Limo to conduct her to story land each week, and  to J Hardy Carroll for the photo prompt.

Thanks to all who visit and especially those who stay to comment. Keep well my fiction friends.

No such thing as a prom (that more recent import from the USA!)  when I took O-levels in the long hot summer of 1976. But quite a bit of fun as I recall. Yours truly below!

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