I have a September birthday, as does my sister, so we almost always got new dresses for school - usually some form of red plaid. I still get those feelings of excitement that are ingrained in my body when school starts - the smell of a school is the same everywhere, every generation.
When you're the teacher, there is another level of excitement and hard work - and panic! Especially that first year.
When you live in a neighborhood with lots of kids, as we did when our own family was growing, there is electrictricity in the air on that first day - especially when they all gathered and walked to school together. Those are our two blondies on the left.
Sending your firstborn off to college - another huge school milestone and memory. We were on our way to church just before leaving Kristen there that afternoon.
The move to the position at the university was a good one - the excitement of the first day of school was still there, but we worked all summer, so there wasn't such a delineation for me. But that first day for freshmen - I put up brightly-colored signs to direct them to classrooms, or we didn't get anything done but give directions.