Bus:(n) a large motor vehicle carrying passengers by road
I was a town kid.
I would occasionally complain that I was at least a half a mile away, and maybe the school bus could pick me up. The administration thought it was neither valid nor particularly humorous.
So I never got to ride a school bus.
It was annoying. Other kids who came in “from the country” always got off the big, yellow magic machine with frowns, and I thought to myself, don’t they understand the beauty of the moment? They’re on a school bus. I’m walking or peddling my cheap Schwinn bike.
Then came football season.
Our first two games were held at the local field, so there was no travel. But the third game was scheduled away from our little burg, so required a school bus to take the team to the game.
Even though I was excited about playing the sport, what really thrilled me was that I would get to climb on a school bus and travel.
It was a road trip.
I couldn’t sit still in my seat. I kept trying to get everybody to sing songs. I even fought back some tears over the sanctity of the surroundings. I was so loud, so overbearing, so all-encompassing that the coach finally screamed, from the front of the bus, “Shut up! We’re just going to Mount Gilead!”
My fellow teammates laughed.
But I was hurt.
It is an evil thing to quell the enthusiasm of an expanding mind.