“It was my first day of school. I was wearing the outfit — a dress of course — selected for this special day and my mother had combed my hair into perfect finger curls. I can’t say that I was thrilled to be leaving my two younger sisters at home even though my big sister was four years into her school career. But off I went on the school bus.
When the school day ended, I again boarded the bus and listened intently as the driver instructed us to raise our hands when we came to our stop so she could begin to learn where each child got off. As we neared our house, I timidly raised my hand but apparently not high enough to be seen so the bus kept going.
My mother, who had been waiting for me to get off the bus jumped in her car and drove back to school knowing the bus would eventually end up there. I did not share her confidence and spent some very anxious moments waiting while all the other children got off at their appointed stops. Eventually the bus did drive back to school and I was a very happy girl to see my mother waiting for me.”