I remember when I was a youngster in primary school... we'd have classes rain or shine. I recall walking uphill, in a blizzard, just so I could get to class early enough to clean the chalk board and beat the dust from the erasers.
The bus drivers would get up early and get the chains installed on their busses and then make a test run of their route before their scheduled pickup times. If a section was unpassable they would have an announcement made on the local radio stations so the kids would know to walk to the nearest pickup location.
We'd play in slag piles of used up coal cinders on the playground and would beam with joy on Pizza Thursday. We loved recess outdoors, getting a first recess milk for a nickel, and even having the occasional field trip to some local business or farm.
While this story is a bit sarcastic, I do remember what a huge disappointment it was when you got to stay home sick. Mom would let you lay on the couch and watch daytime television and it just wasn't good. Gilligan's Island didn't come on until 3 PM and I just felt like a misfit in my own home until the normal time to get out of school.
Looking back, I loved my childhood and am glad the adults didn't make it too easy on us. When a heavy snow storm was blowing through on a Sunday night I'd stay glued to the radio with hopes of hearing the announcement - "No school tomorrow in Raleigh county". It was like an unscheduled visit from Santa Claus.