Who would have thought, when I first heard The Beatles sing 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand' in the winter of 1963, that my son's German class would be singing Komm Gib Mir Deine Hand, the German version of the song, in their year-end German School concert today, nearly 44 years later. My son had plunked himself up in the audience, hoping that no-one would notice his absence from the group, but his teacher did notice, corralled him, and having no way out he pretended to sing along. Good for her! Teenage boys worry too much about being 'cool.'
On the way out, after the concert, Zach and I bought some Torte to take home with us, then went to an A&W for lunch. I'm glad that A&W is back on the scene again. I have a lot of fond memories of eating Teen Burgers and onion rings, and drinking their famous root beer from back in my own teenage years.
And that was it. Another year of German School is over. Next fall, Zach will be entering grade eleven in German School and grade ten in his French Immersion school. What was I doing at that age? I don't remember much from those years. I was going to a high school in Port Colborne, Ontario, at the time, and hated it. I didn't really come alive until a couple of years later, after we all moved to St. Catharines. Different friends, more opportunities, more anonymity when I wanted it, all these factors co-operated to give me a much better life than I had had in Port Colborne.
I wonder what Zach will reflect back on when he is my age.