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