As a kid, the March Break was the best. A whole week in the middle of winter without school? Score!
When you leave high school for University, as I did way back in '93, the March Break ceases to exist. It's replaced by a spring break earlier in the year. And once you start working full-time, you make your own breaks with the wonderful two weeks of vacation they give you that first year. The March Break becomes a distant memory.
That's how it remained until my youngest child entered grade one and my ex-wife went back to working full-time. That's when the March Break started to mean something again. For the past three years, I've been taking the March Break off to hang with the kids, and I love it.
I'm March Breaking right now. I slept in today, just enjoyed a great swim with the kids, and we're planning the rest of the week. The March Break rules again!