I believe that some of the best times we had when we were younger was riding the bus back and forth to school. I know that once you turn sixteen you leave the bus behind because it’s dumb and none of your friends ride it anymore, but you still miss those days, the good old days.
I still remember the first time riding a bus when I desperately looked to find an open seat or a friend to sit with. I would freak out if you have to sit with the smelly kid or a little kid that annoys you the whole way to school. But you never forget that first Little Johnny joke you heard or eat the cheetahs that left orange finger prints on the dust covered green seats. The one thing that I really didn’t like about riding the bus was the really long ride to school and the really long ride back to my house that is thirteen miles away from the school. That’s kind of the first time you’re actually on your own, free of parents and teachers. One thing I never could master was trying to sleep on the bus.
Even today I enjoy riding the bus on field trips or going to state games. There is always an intelligent conversation or just catching up with the new gossip. You never forget the excitement of a fight or the throwing of odd objects at your head like a battery or someone’s text book. Most children I know don’t like to ride the bus but I always thought it was an awesome experience and I will remember it for the rest of my life. I hope to keep riding the bus and making more memories.
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