I wake up every morning at 7:28am; slightly random, but 7:20 is too early and 7:30 is too late. Therefore, 7:28 it is. I leave for work at 8:20am. Even if I leave five minutes earlier, I still manage to get stuck behind that damn school bus. On a two lane, two way road...there's no way I'm getting in front of that bus for a good 15 minutes. It used to bother me, but then I decided to view it as an opportunity.
I decided to observe every stop it made. Every stop was so different. Kids fighting...kids laughing...kids hugging their parents goodbye...some kids waiting patiently all alone. I felt extremely nostalgic.
School bus days |
Such a wonderful..strange age. So young. So naive-but this is not necessarily a bad thing. Being naive can be healthy....to an extent. At a certain age, there are certain things that children should not worry or know about. Once one worry starts..others are triggered. Which is probably why the older we get...the more worries seem to appear. Life gets more and more complicated.
I'm not saying that growing up is tragic. With great responsibility comes more freedom. It's just a weird feeling to drive past your childhood memories as you are commuting to your full time...post-college...adult job.
It's interesting that a school bus could trigger all of these thoughts. Welcome to the world of my daily commute.