Don’t Pick on the New Kids

I only rode a bus one year for the entire time I was in school. We lived so far away, they sent a van out most of the time for fuel economy’s sake.

We discovered that year that we didn’t like buses. Everyone picks on the new kids, I guess. One day I was pushed out of my seat by one of the boys. That made my sister so mad!

We had a pile of rocks at the end of the driveway. It was a perfect hiding place for snakes. Every day when it was hot we would dig around in the pile and my sisters would catch snakes. Well, my sister marched right up to that rock pile, caught a snake in each hand and held them up for everyone to see!

Every boy on that bus had their jaws hanging out of those windows. She didn’t even have to say anything. They never picked on us again.