From the age of about six, I was tasked with getting my brother to nursery each morning by bus and then bussing it back to school. In those days public transport was pitiful, so I was always late, frequently scolded and sometimes caned.
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You and I will have to stop trading childhood experiences.
When I started school, first grade, my father came home to stay for months. He didn't like to get up, but he was supposed to drive us to the bus stop. So, every day we missed the bus, and the first lessons of the day.
Memorably, on the day they gave out the experiment polio shots I was late, as usual. Someone stuck me on the end of a line. Strange smell. Strange people. I reached the man in a white coat. He reached for my arm. I fainted.
Just one of those days...😄
Hahaha, an excellent piece of writing indeed but alas, no punchline.