Living in Blackstone we had the benefit of getting a bus everyday to school. Because we didn't have any other kids our age in the neighborhood we got picked up right at the bottom of the driveway. Even though we were only at the bus stop for a short time, as a kid it felt like forever. We did a few things to pass the time while we waited.
We stood under a tree at the bus stop. In the spring, small round colorful balls fell from the tree. I’m not too sure what they were but we made a game out of it. I called them Cocoa Puffs. Looking back now I think Trix would have been a better name for them since they were different colors. It's pretty surprising that none of us realized it. The Cocoa Puffs would fall from the tree and we would pick them up on the side of the road and put them in our school bags. After school we brought them up to the house and put them with all the other ones we collected in The Cocoa Puff Kingdom.
Looking back at it, we were strange children.
Matt had a theory. He said if you lie down on the street and put your ear on the road, you could hear the vibration of the bus and you could tell how far away the bus was. I was the only one too scared to do it, which is ironic because I am the one who 25 years later was hit by a car attempting to cross the highway.
It wasn't always fun and games at the bus stop. We did have fights sometimes. Some being physical.
Matt and Jeremy were getting annoyed with me one day. I'm not quite sure what I was doing to annoy them but being their little sister, I'm sure I didn't have to try too hard. Matt, finally sick of me, grabbed my Disco Daisy Duck school bag and swung me around by it until I fell. I stayed down on the ground and cried. This didn't make my brothers feel bad. It made them more angry. The bus was in sight and they didn't want me crying when it came. Matt grabbed me by my hair (which unfortunately for me was a bowl cut throughout my entire childhood) and pulled me up.
After school that day, my mother told me to change my clothes because I had worn a dress with tights that day. When I tried to take off my tights they were stuck in the cut that I got that morning and it had scabbed over. My mother kept dabbing it with water and pulling it out little by little. I was angry because Matt had not got in any trouble for what he did.
After Matt got his license he started driving and it was just Jeremy and me at the bus stop. Then Jeremy graduated and I was alone. It just wasn't as fun anymore after my brothers left.
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