Your school bus story reminded me of a similar story of mine that I had almost completely forgotten. One of my first experiences on a bus was for kindergarten, and I grew up in a small enough city in Connecticut that they dropped you off right in front of your house. Well the bus driver drove right by my house on the way home from school, and I just sat quietly, too little and shy to speak up. Until all the other kids were gone, and she asked me where I belonged. I’m sure my mom was concerned as to why her daughter hadn’t made it home from school yet!