We Thought Wednesdays Were Ours by Stefan Pullicino is a tender, evocative journey back to the carefree magic of childhood—where every midweek holiday felt like a secret gift, and the scent of chalk, the taste of warm Kinnie, and the jingle of an ice‑cream truck signaled endless possibility. In nine vivid chapters, this memoir stitches together dusty schoolyard goals, caper‑picking dawns, and sleepovers beneath grandfather clocks into one unforgettable tapestry. These pages will reignite your half‑forgotten rebellions and remind you that childhood isn’t a place you leave behind—it’s the secret spark that lights every tomorrow. Poetic, poignant, and steeped in Mediterranean warmth, this is a book for anyone who longs to be eight years old again, even if only for a single, golden afternoon.