Casting my mind back to my school days, I can clearly remember breaking up for the summer when seven weeks of holidays seemed to stretch forever in front of us.
However, in a blink of an eye, they were over and another term had begun.
I can also recall that, for my mother, the holidays did appear to last forever and my despondency at having to return to school was only matched by her elation.
Finally, 30 years later, I can sympathise with her view.
My son started in primary one yesterday and, while we were obviously proud that he had taken his first real steps into the world of education, we were also relieved to offload our duties to someone else for a few hours.
Thankfully, the weather was kind to us most of the summer and we were able to get out and about in an attempt to rid him of his boundless energy before bedtime.
However, on the days when the heavens opened and outside play became impossible, it was out with the train set or on with a DVD,
At first I has happy to renew my acquaintance with such films as ‘The Jungle Book’ but, now I that can recite almost the entire script, I find myself rooting for Shere Khan to finally get the better of Mowgli and put me out of my misery.