Who's On The Bus?

Ever hear of flying monkeys?  When Darling Hubby says "flying monkeys" he's not talking about those in the Wizard of Oz.

Remember being 6 or 7 years old and riding the bus?  Spit wads would fly through the air, girlfriend and boyfriend would pass loving notes, homework papers got passed over seats for sharing, and anything unsecured would be used for playing football, air-bor-ne!

When we first started riding the bus at the red brick house (had to call it the red brick ‘cause we used to live in the green and white house) I was 7 and Brother was 6.  Mom and Dad had me skip kindergarten so I went right on in to first grade; but Brother got to go to kindergarten.  It was exciting to catch the bus for the first time. 

Remember that?  Feeling so big.

Those first steps up into the bus were BIG!  But I’ve always been able to do something easily if someone else was there with me, so it was great to have my brother there to brave the yellow monster with all those wheels. 

Up we went.  Hey, there was my cousin!  Yay, Jimmy; Jimmy was on the bus!  Great! 

Oh, and there sat the neighbor girl Molly.  Molly and I had been walking across the cow pasture to each other’s houses all summer for what they nowadays call play dates.  Yep, we had to avoid the cow pies, and climb the wired fences.  You always had to climb near the fence post so the metal nailed-in square holes would support you. 

Ever have to do that?  Not fun the first time your foot slides on through.  You get scratches all up and down your legs!

Molly would come to my house with a note saying she had to be back home after an hour, then another day I’d take a note over to her mother saying I could only stay for half an hour this time. 

Their house was fun because they had an old treadle sewing machine, which I’d never seen before.  It was intriguing.  And wow, it worked 'cause Molly’s mom was using it!

So, on the bus, it was fun, too – my brother, my cousin, and my playmate!

We’ve come full circle.  You know what I mean, I don’t ride the bus, but now Darling Hubby rides the bus, LOL.  After raising a half dozen children who no longer ride the bus, Darling Hubby is riding the bus.  There’s a bus driver in my house!  What a hoot!  

And to top it all off, HE LOVES IT! 

The first day home he came in chuckling, “The flying monkeys are delivered!