On one of my many journeys into the wilderness of the woods behind our home I was trailblazing with my hickory stick helping me clear a path through the growth and ahead I saw the figure of the bus. No telling how long it had been there. I cleared away any vegetation from the opening and went inside to find it really free of trash or anything. What a find. Now I had a place I could go to sit and think about whatever went through my young mind.
I had a white, 5 gal. bucket that I turned upside down and used as a seat and made many trips to my secret place. On rainy days I especially loved being in there out of the rain listening to the drops hitting on the roof and feeling such peace.
Today with all the nice things we have I think back to a time when a discarded old school bus body made a young guy feel so very good. I miss that bus.
sounds really cool!
ReplyDeleteI love hearing about childhood experiences.
What a great memory to have. I think its fantastic that you had a special place to go to as a child.
ReplyDeleteOh, that does sound fun!! I love good ol' outside adventures!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the memory
Looks like we both had a school bus in our pasts. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteIn case you're interested here's the story of mine.
http://bouncinbarbs.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-than-just-school-bus.html
It's great to have a special "place" to go and ponder. Too bad we seem to lose them as adults...
ReplyDeleteI still find odd places like that in my life, Odie!! And if I don't find 'em- I create them!!! I'll never let my inner child grow up. EVER! ;-)
ReplyDeleteI too have memories in a school bus...my family actually lived in an abandoned school bus for almost a year, it was not fun, it was quite humilitating as a school age girl. I'm glad to think that someone to could find it a place of solace! Nice story!
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