COLD Memories

Its very cold again this morning. Cold for Texas standards anyway. I guess 24 is cold no matter how you slice it. But when its cold like this it evokes memories of my childhood in Ohio.
If you lived in town, the bus did not pick you up. No matter how far your house was from the school, the bus was for country kids only. I lived about a mile I suppose, from the school. As a little girl it seemed very far and often very cold. We would don our boots, scarves, sweaters and coats. By the time we got done bundling up we were probably carrying 20 extra pounds. I would set off on my morning walk and before long the insides of my nose would feel like they were frozen together. Then the fingers started to lose feeling and then the toes. About 3 blocks from my house the country bus would pass me with a half empty bus. My classmates would wave to me as they rode in comfort while I trudged frozen through the snow. It didn't hurt me I'm sure, except for the fact that even now when I get cold, my nose loses feeling due probably to a little frost bite.
A few years later after I had graduated and I happened to be back in town for something, I drove down the street one morning and there were a bunch of kids congregated on the corner by where I used to live. Shortly I saw the bus stop and pick them up. I always wondered why no one ever thought of that when I was a kid.
Oh well, unlike Bill Cosby my walk was only uphill one way.
Anyway, its cold here this morning and when I get cold I remember that brisk morning walk. I only live 1 mile from my job, I should walk to work this morning.. just for old times sake.

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