Tuesday, October 19, 2010

There is something so comforting about school buses ... the warm yellow of buses, of No. 2 pencils. I didn't think so when I was young; yellow pencils reminded me of test booklets, and buses of lonely rides. Only now as I sit at my own, grown-up desk do I feel the warm tug of school days gone by... and the sweet innocence of learning to think for myself.


5 comments:

Evi said...

... et on a beau dire aux enfants de profiter de cette belle période d'enfance. C'est que eux, ils ont la nostalgie du nid douillet qu'ils ont dû quitter pour l'école. Dis-moi quels sont les rêves du passé de nos petits vieux? Retournent-ils si loin en arrière ou ronchonnent-ils sur le steak qui est devenu trop dur ?
J'aime ton inspiration dans ta chambre d'autrefois. Love you...

Judy said...

My children speak of their bus rides to and from school and they are memories they'll always have.

Out on the prairie said...

I still get a tug that first day of school.Haven't had kids to take for a long time and it has been a few years since I taught.

Diane AZ said...

Funny, the sight of school buses and No. 2 pencils always make me feel nostalgic. Even though I didn't ride on a school bus as a child, I sure did use pencils. Interesting how they are the same color. :)

Pam said...

I am green with envy over the beautiful colors of the autumn leaves, Allison. We have barely cool off but the humidity has left.. (thank you Lord)
Aww school days I remember them well, especially the smell of pencils. I know that sounds silly but I can still smell them..
Happy days of long, long ago :)

be well, be happy my friend