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Thursday, October 23, 2008
The School Bus
We went down to the lower yard yesterday afternoon and discovered a couple school buses down there. What are school buses doing on a ranch? Nope, it wasn't a school field trip. And no, we don't use them to transport people around. A local school district was excessing old stuff, and the ranch decided that there were enough good parts on the school buses to make it worth the while to bid and haul them back.
It took a little work to unload this big school bus. It still looks good on the outside, but its engine and seats aren't the way they used to be.
Nevertheless, walking down the aisle of the school bus brought back so many memories. Band trips with wonderful friends and our "deep" conversations, singing on our way to swim meets, and school field trips that opened up a whole new world to kids from a small town. I also remembered the spit ball fights, singing '99 bottles of beer on the wall' to pass the time, and the silly jokes we played. The back of the bus was the coolest place to sit because it meant you were the furthest away from the adult, the bus driver. Nowadays, whenever I get on a bus I usually like to sit up front because it's not as bumpy. I guess that's another sign of getting old.
Desert Boy was with me, and of course he had to "drive" the school bus. He scrambled up on to the seat without any help from me and started the trip.
But with his short attention span, it wasn't long until he was looking out the window.
Last week Desert Boy started saying the word bus. He loves to repeat it over and over and over. B-u-s. B-u-s. B-u-s. B-u-s. He even gets out a good "s" sound. He's so proud he can say it, he calls most every big vehicle he sees a B-u-s. Before long, he won't only be saying bus, he'll also be getting on the bus to go to school.
He might have to grow a little more, though, so he doesn't have to sit down to get off the bus!
When little boys get fascinated with buses and learn to say the word "bus," most parents would, at most, go to the store and buy a little toy bus. But not Desert Survivor. She gets her boy not one but two real buses to play with. What a mom!
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We went down to the lower yard yesterday afternoon and discovered a couple school buses down there. What are school buses doing on a ranch? Nope, it wasn't a school field trip. And no, we don't use them to transport people around. A local school district was excessing old stuff, and the ranch decided that there were enough good parts on the school buses to make it worth the while to bid and haul them back.
It took a little work to unload this big school bus. It still looks good on the outside, but its engine and seats aren't the way they used to be.
Nevertheless, walking down the aisle of the school bus brought back so many memories. Band trips with wonderful friends and our "deep" conversations, singing on our way to swim meets, and school field trips that opened up a whole new world to kids from a small town. I also remembered the spit ball fights, singing '99 bottles of beer on the wall' to pass the time, and the silly jokes we played. The back of the bus was the coolest place to sit because it meant you were the furthest away from the adult, the bus driver. Nowadays, whenever I get on a bus I usually like to sit up front because it's not as bumpy. I guess that's another sign of getting old.
Desert Boy was with me, and of course he had to "drive" the school bus. He scrambled up on to the seat without any help from me and started the trip.
But with his short attention span, it wasn't long until he was looking out the window. 
Last week Desert Boy started saying the word bus. He loves to repeat it over and over and over. B-u-s. B-u-s. B-u-s. B-u-s. He even gets out a good "s" sound. He's so proud he can say it, he calls most every big vehicle he sees a B-u-s. Before long, he won't only be saying bus, he'll also be getting on the bus to go to school. 
He might have to grow a little more, though, so he doesn't have to sit down to get off the bus!
Looks like it would make a good storage shed as well!
ReplyDeleteDesert Boy is just adorable driving that bus!
When little boys get fascinated with buses and learn to say the word "bus," most parents would, at most, go to the store and buy a little toy bus. But not Desert Survivor. She gets her boy not one but two real buses to play with. What a mom!
ReplyDeleteLucky, my mom never got me a bus.
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I've never been on a school bus. CTA all the way!
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