Okay, I really rode the short bus, no friggen joke. It was not always that way. I started out riding the big bus with my big brother, Timmy. I loved the big bus it was fun!! I met kids my age and some older than me. I loved going to Brookside Elementary School, especially with Timmy. There is a five year gap so we only went a year or two before he had to transfer to our middle school.
Before I went Brookside, I had to ride there, and then transfer on to another bus. The other bus would transfer me to my kindergarten school.It doesn't seem too hard right? Wrong, I could not climb those bus stairs at all. It was not so much Muscular Dystrophy. I could walk till I was ten, and if I had a rail to help pull myself up with, I could, probably climb the stairs. Mostly it was my height, I was and still am, a little guy. Most my peers were a couple inches taller than me. So someone one had to carry me on and off the bus. At home it was mostly Mom that put me on and took me off. When we got to Brookside to transfer buses, the Principal help me get off and on the buses.
One day, I arrived at the school and there was Brookside's principal. He always wore glasses and he slicked his hair back. He looked like the king of nerds. Anyways, He was carrying me up the stairs to my kindergarten bus. Then the next thing I recall is my body smacking against the stairs. My forhead slamming into the edge of the upper stair. My left knee hitting the edge of a bottom stair. That's not all my friends, the principal, Carl, falls on top of my body. Remind you, I was very tiny, in weight and height. Then, there is the principal on top of me, and he was not skinny either.
He started yelling about his back and everybody seemed to be more concern over him than me. I thought to myself, his back my whole body. After that incident, the janitors took over helping me.
When I started attending Brookside, usually one of the big kids helped me on and off the bus, except when I left and returned home, then it was Mom. Riding next to Timmy was awesome. He might have been as helpless as me, though he never seemed to fear a certain bully on the big bus. This bully sat behind us. When he would lean in behind us to do his deeds. Timmy simply would elbow him or tell him off. I had plenty of school friends and since I walked funny, I was targeted by bullies, not so much as Tmmy though.
I would get tired walking all day, so I started using a walker at school. Because of the walker, I had to ride the short bus. I remember seeing the short bus for the first time. I hated it and did not want to ride it at all. Unlike the big bus it parked in our drive-way. The bus did not look like a typical short bus except it did have tinted windows. It was white with stripes, if I remember correctly. However, in the future we did (Timmy and I)did end up riding the stereotypical short bus.
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