It's the first day of school. I'm riding a motorcycle right into the bus circle that's in front of the school. But I have to drive very slowly because everyone else is walking.
The are two lines of kids. I get behind the line on the left. It goes past the one on the right.
We never do enter the school. Instead, we walk along the bus circle to where the buses are supposed to pick us up.
We wait and wait. Finally, with the perspective of an adult that has more self-determination than a child, I decide to leave on my own before the bus arrives.
Somehow, the motorcycle I had is gone. Instead I start walking. At first I figure I might be able to get on the bus if it passes me before I get home. But then I realize that's not likely to happen.
It's a really long walk, too, like my commute from my work place. But I just keep walking.
The are two lines of kids. I get behind the line on the left. It goes past the one on the right.
We never do enter the school. Instead, we walk along the bus circle to where the buses are supposed to pick us up.
We wait and wait. Finally, with the perspective of an adult that has more self-determination than a child, I decide to leave on my own before the bus arrives.
Somehow, the motorcycle I had is gone. Instead I start walking. At first I figure I might be able to get on the bus if it passes me before I get home. But then I realize that's not likely to happen.
It's a really long walk, too, like my commute from my work place. But I just keep walking.
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