Note: If I've written about this somewhere earlier on my blog, it's just a symptom of encroaching senility...no biggie.
I grew up in a predominantly Jewish neighborhood. Most of my classmates' families belonged to Conservative synagogues and attended services on holidays only. My family were not affiliated, but we observed holidays by having festive meals with many guests and what I later learned were traditional foods.
On Yom Kippur I stayed home from public school, as did many of the teachers. Because we were not observant and I had normal little-girl energy, I wanted to go outside and play, especially to roller-skate and ride my bike. My parents forbade me to do this, because according to their social code it was disrespectful of the more observant neighbors.
How astonishing and ironic to discover that Yom Kippur in Tel Aviv is the day for kids (and adults) to roller-skate and bike.