First there was Mardi Gras, which in elementary school I knew had to do with parties and beads that were bad for some reason or another. People ate and drank a lot and acted crazy and then the next day went to church and felt bad. The priest/pastor/reverend/whatever-his-title-is rubbed ashes on people's heads and then it was Lent. In Lent the rule seemed to be if it felt/looked/tasted good then you couldn't do it anymore. And people had to eat fish on Fridays. Why? Cause the adults said so, I guess. They always offered fish on Fridays in the cafeteria, but I would get a burrito or pizza or casserole instead because school fish is gross, even in Hawaii. And then the kids would ask me why I was breaking Lent and I would say my family doesn't do Lent and they would ask me if I went to church and I would say no and they would ask if I believed in God and I would say no and they would say I was going to HHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLL and then I would eat my delicious not-fish lunch and make sure to eat the chocolate pudding slow to tease the other kids and if I was going to hell at least I was going with a stomach full of sugar which I bet they didn't have in heaven cause God seemed to hate good tasting food a lot. And then towards the end of Lent most of the kids had broke Lent -but only once!- or if they hadn't were counting the days till Easter. And then there was something about palm leaves, but I don't think that was very interesting because the kids never talked about it much. And then it was finallyfinallyfinally Easter and the girls wore pretty pastel dresses and the boys tugged at ties and went to church while I slept in and the Easter Bunny hopped into my house to hide the eggs we dyed. But being the biggest I knew it was really Dad, but Mom said not to tell the little kids. And every year we opened our Easter baskets and got chocolates and eggs and new swimsuits for the spring.
And that was it: Lent as I saw it in 3rd grade. It was weird. Still is today.