You didn’t care that the official paint since 1939 for your bus was “National School Bus Glossy Yellow”. That bus was already around the corner, and you were late! You grabbed your new notebooks, #2 pencils and crayons and shouted “good bye” to Mom as you slammed the kitchen door.

The bus driver (usually a neighbor) was backing up the hill with red lights flashing as your new tennis shoes kicked up puffs of dust on the driveway gravel. The doors swung open, you flew up the steps and slid into your seat. Your bus started rolling toward a new teacher, a new class and a new
year!