At last the bus turned down the dirt road that ran in front of our house. The door swung open...I stepped forward and stopped. The first step hit me waist high. I was regretting having kept my mother standing on the porch when a high school boy came down the steps, took my hand and helped me aboard and showed me my assigned seat next to the window facing our porch. My mother was wiping her eyes with her apron.
For the 4th and 5th Six Weeks I didn't miss a single day at my new school. I am sure I must have missed my 1st through 3rd Six Weeks school friends, teacher and bus driver.
As vivid as my memories are of those first weeks of school...in comparison the move, the new school and classmates were and still are a complete blank. If not for the report card and the class picture, I would never have made an **Incredible Connection some 50 years later.
For the 6th 6 Weeks of the first grade we moved again. Back to my assigned seat on the bus, back to my classmates and beloved teacher.
For the life of me I can't remember moving back.
**Incredible Connection...Letter F...First Grade Fated Attraction