Commuting
When I was twelve years old my father took a job that required we moved away from the town in which I had lived all my life. We ended up in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of winter. Even worse, I had to commute to school, a trip that lasted almost forty minutes. But it could have been worse I guess. I was an eager reader and spent the trip reading, most of the time some book or other, but sometimes I 'repetition read' that days homework. There were no other kids on this particular bus...