By Delores Wilson, April 25, 2019 — Mysteriously my mother would be off every Easter Monday. She would give us the choice to stay home or go to school. It was supposed to be an extended Easter holiday. However, Mom kept us busy from 9 o’clock until noon. Then we would eat a hearty lunch she had prepared for us. After lunch, she kept us busy until 3 o’clock.
I was in high school, and I had begun to learn the routine. As usual, my mom would ask if we wanted to go to school or stay home. I told her that I was going to school — my girlfriend and I had decided we were going to hooky. It was the first time for both of us. Our friends who had graduated ahead of us was in the working place but was off from work that Easter Monday. When we arrived at her house she had breakfast ready. After we ate she answered our questions about her new job, and we watched the boring morning television shows until 1:00. The oddest thing, I felt convicted. I would have rather stayed home with my mom with permission. True, my mom would have kept us busy and gave us a hearty lunch. I had heard and seen students hooky, and I thought such a waste of time. I knew within myself that was the first and last time I would hooky from school.