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Back when I was a child - that heyday where kids ran outside all day, TV had to be watched live, and McDonald's did not give out toys - everyone rode the bus. The only people who did not either missed the bus or were kicked off by the driver. At the bus stop we played, fought, told secrets, giggled, and jocked for superiority. When lunch boxes started flying, a mother in a bathrobe would come out to scold us all. The bus would arrive and we'd file on looking for the best seats, calling out "Driver! Wait! Here comes Pam!" when we spotted her racing down the hill, ponytails flying, jacket clutched in her hand no matter what the weather.