Me V. Real
So, clearly, this is an "I'm getting old post." But seriously, my rose colored childhood-glasses versus what really happened. Here it is:
At school bus stops, kids get on a bus, and the bus CLEARLY waits for the kids to sit down, and then its lights turn off, and the bus pull away. Sure, super, great.
I SWEAR, when I was a kid, I'd get past the driver, and the bus would be floored pedal to the metal; creating a carnival ride every morning. Am I crazy? Was it just me? Is my memory failing me, and I'm making some sort of failed up-hill-both-ways argument out of my daily bus trip?
At school bus stops, kids get on a bus, and the bus CLEARLY waits for the kids to sit down, and then its lights turn off, and the bus pull away. Sure, super, great.
I SWEAR, when I was a kid, I'd get past the driver, and the bus would be floored pedal to the metal; creating a carnival ride every morning. Am I crazy? Was it just me? Is my memory failing me, and I'm making some sort of failed up-hill-both-ways argument out of my daily bus trip?
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