I love Wednesdays. It is the middle of the week and in my youth, a long time ago it was the shortest school day. The school day stopped at the end of the morning at 12. I could walk home and at home my mum was waiting for us. Most of the time my grandmother was there too. After the lunch me and my brother and sister went outside to play with all the children in our neighborhood. When I look back everything looks so quiet and peaceful or is that just an imaginary thought. At the end of the afternoon we had hockey training, which I thought it was the best.