It’s hard to see a yellow school bus and not think about all the hours of my childhood spent sitting on one of those hard seats with a stiff back. I hope the modern versions have a little more comfort than the utilitarian transportation I had to ride uphill both ways.
From the outside, they don’t look much different now that the calendar has turned to September and the wheels on the buses are going around and around every day.
As one of the last stops on the bus route, I don’t remember much about the ride to school. Being among the last to be picked up made the trip pretty short, and I wasn’t fully awake at that hour despite the sleep advantage I had over the kids who got on earlier.
This meant the reverse was true in the afternoon. I was the last or next to last one off the bus, unless