It Started on a Bus.

I remember the exact bus, too.

Danville School District No. 19. She was a reliable old tin can. In the back seats, you got the best air of all the bumps by far, no matter what the kids from Wyckoff Place on Bus No. 8 told you.

But the point of this story isn't to go on and on about buses, anyway.

This is about how we met.

A lot of people think that we met in pre-school or something. I wish. It would be so cool to have seen the things he did with building blocks. I've heard the stories. Then again, everyone has.

But I'm getting off topic again. The point is, that bus is what made, broke, and rebuilt our gang. Our bus made us who we are today. Because of that, I almost wish it never happened. I almost wish I was on Wyckoff, like I was supposed to be, not on Maple Drive. I almost wish I was never on Bus 19.

Almost.