Today baby and I went on a walk. Well, a hike. We hiked up the mountain and I got tired and a girl said, You are my hero, because I had a baby on my back, I’m guessing.
I don’t think I’m her hero.
I saw a boy running as the bus pulled away. NOOOOOO he yelled in the middle of a silent street.
A girl stood on her front lawn with her back pack on, maybe waiting for the jr. high bus. She and I watched as he run down the hill after the bus.
I wonder if she thought he was cute. If she felt bad for him. If she was glad she wasn’t missing the bus.
I thought about when I took the bus. Just junior high. Waiting in front of the clark’s house and being sort of excited every morning because I liked the boys in my neighborhood and one time when Robin Hood with Kevin Costner (who I can’t stand) had come out and the boy I REALLY liked had written out the lyrics to the bryan adams song in his notebook.
He said, look at this.
I looked at it. Wow, I said.
Yeah, he said.
My heart pumped.
So everything you do, you do it for me?
He looked at me. What?
And i felt myself go red.
Nothing, I said.
DId you think I wrote these for you?
He was trying not to laugh.
No I didnt.
He yelled at his friend. Hey guess what . . .
and so it went.
write about the bus. Write about a girl you saw.
write about a tiger.
Write about a boy.
Write about bryan adams.
Have your kids do it too: make them write about a bus. or draw a picture.