A long time ago at a ripe age between eight and nine,
I take the bus to school,
Not the big, yellow one, mind you
But the public transportation bus that my mom thinks should be fine.
We’ve just moved to a new house
In the middle of a school year we did.
So taking the bus was my only option.
Only this time, I had to do it alone armed with a quid.
My mom would just tell me where to go,
Sit me next to the driver and would advise him of where I get off.
One time the bus got into an accident,
Squished the driver been.
Left crying I was,
No idea where to go,
Kindest conductor showed me
To another driver to continue my journey after the falloff.
*This post was based on true account of my sister’s commute to school.