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Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Bus Ride

In going through some things this week, I found this picture I'd colored long, long ago.
It reminded me of early school days, and the first time I rode a bus.
I was still quietly sitting in my seat as the last child was dropped off because
I was unaware that I should come to the front as the bus neared my home.
The driver had not realized I was there and did not know where I lived.
Thankfully, it was a small community and when I told him my name
he guessed my parents, and knew where to take me.
We've laughed about it over the years.

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