As winter has stuck its head into our area, I go back in time to remember those days when we had snowball fights, wearing warm clothing, including big, sloppy boots and gloves, and staying out just about all day.
We never minded how cold it was because we were having lots of fun.
And we walked to school, which was eight blocks to Willard School, 13 blocks to Central Junior High and 13 to Kokomo High School.
Boy, it was fun — until we got to school. Then it was serious, as we were there to learn, not play in the snow.
There were no school buses in Kokomo, as you went to the school that was in your neighborhood.
Of course when we moved out to the country, we did have a school bus to pick us up, and it was serious again as soon as we got on. Mr. Taylor, who was our bus driver, was very strict because he was given the job of driving us safely to school and back home afterward.
A sign of a good man is one who values life, not only his but also others too. I don’t think he ever was mean to anyone, but I guess we just knew he was in charge without him saying so.
Anyway, it was fun stopping to pick up the friends and sliding over to make room for them. I don’t think there was anyone on our bus that did not befriend me as soon as I got to my new school. As a matter of fact, I think that was the best part of living out there, as everyone seemed to care about their fellow man.
And, yes, when it snowed hard we did have some snowball fights after getting off that bus, but we stopped as soon as we entered the halls of Western High School.