The Bus or No Bus?

The yellow bus with the flashing lights is coming down the street. A child hides in the bushes not wanting to ride the bus but instead wanting her mom to take her to school. Yes, I am talking about myself. I remember as a child hiding in the bushes because I hated the bus. I have been reminded of this memory in the last two weeks as I have been driving through my neighborhood to head to work, I have watched a little boy walk as slowly as he can towards the bus, he stops at the top of the hill to see if the bus has come or not, waits and lets the bus leave without him, puts a big smile on his face and turns around to walk home. I have been feeding a neighbors cat so I get to watch him every morning. I sit in my car and watch him because he walks slower and slower every day since I am assuming that his mother is making him leave the house earlier and earlier because he can't seem to make it to the bus on time. Can you imagine the scene in his house as he has shown up back at home almost every day this week because he missed the bus. I wish I could see the look on his mom's face. Was there anything in your childhood that you purposely avoided?