A girl and her bus. A love story. Never mind the cowboy boots and unfortunately small pajamas.
I think I was probably around two in this picture, which would’ve made it 1974. We lived in a two story farmhouse with a barn full of chickens, goats, pigs, ducks and two of the meanest Shetland ponies you ever saw.
I have good memories of this house. It’s where my brother taught me to eat pickles, where I also experimented with Meow Mix with the family cat, Twinkle. It’s where I sat for hours in front of an oscillating fan while my mom read to us in all her peddle pusher, polyester glory. It was before I could really comprehend what an author was, but I knew they were magical people just the same. Never in my wildest dreams would I think of becoming one. At least not until the beginning of a whole new millennium. But that’s another throwback post entirely 😉