Track and Field

One of my fondest memories of my mother was when she let me skip Track and Field Day at school.  There was nothing I loathed more than (breaks into song... "All eyes on us... all eyes on us). Track Day.   I, in honour of my younger traumatised wall flower self, always give the option to my kids.  "Do you want to stay home?  I'll let you stay home if you don't want to go! "  No, no, they are eager to go to Track Day.  I can't relate, both kids love Track.  When I was forced to go to Track Meet, I would come home with a fist full of participation ribbons.  This year boy came home with 5 firsts and a second.