|Day 10 of 31 at TWT!|
As long as I can remember, I've bounced out of bed on the Saturday nearest St. Patrick's Day to put on every green piece of clothing I own. "Green syrup, green syrup!" I chirp to myself (much to Husband's annoyance). It's time for the Pancake Breakfast! (Ironically, this year, although St. Patrick's Day is ON a Saturday, we had it a week early because next Saturday will be the first day of Spring Break.)
|Childhood memories on a plate!|
After the breakfast, there's a parade that includes all the high school bands, Irish dance troupes, local kids' groups, drum & bagpipe corps, and Irish wolfhounds. Of course, there's also all the usual parade elements: fire trucks bellowing their giant horns, kids scrambling for candy, silly clowns, politicians in fancy cars, horses, and even some big helium balloons.
My mom says that I was first in the parade when I was two, as part of a little gymnastics club. In elementary school, my girl scout troop spent several years in a row bundled up in our snowsuits to waddle down the street, giggling the whole way. Through my four years of high school, I proudly marched with my band in the midst of swirling snowflakes, every year!
Today it was so sunny I got a little sunburnt as I sat on the sidewalk. Now, I'm the spectator and I always spot several of my students in the parade!
But those green pancakes were just as delicious as they have been for the past twenty-some years.