When I was a little girl I loved to take the bus with my grandma. Catching the bus at the corner usually meant a trip to the store.
The ride itself was an adventure. It started with putting the fare into the box. Most days I could drop the coins in and watch them travel down and hear the clank clank of their journey.
But some days we had to get change!
I can remember wanting to be a bus driver so I too could push the little levers and feel the coins drop into my hand.
The people on the bus were so interesting. Some got off the bus at the hospital, nurses, patients and visitors. I wondered what they would be doing while I was shopping with my grandma. The ladies would smile at us. I just knew they were happy for me and grandma out on our day trip. Some of the people would get off the bus with us when we got to our corner. We would stand up half a block before our destination, letting the driver know we wanted to get off. Walking and holding on to the seats as we made our way to the front while the driver slowed down to bring us to our stop. Then holding the metal bar and stepping down two steps and jumping off the bottom step. We were there!
