Our Practice Honeymoon
It was late August 1955; I was in a new school district having left my friends at my old school and not knowing anyone in my new one. Mom cheerily told me as I was walking out the door, “You’ll meet a new friend today.” I walked down to the corner and waited for the big yellow school bus to my first day of class in the third grade. The bus stopped at the corner and I got on. The bus was almost full, so I walked toward the back, looking for an empty seat. About the fifth row, a girl my age was...