Inches

I remember when I was five years old, I lived around the corner from school. Sometimes I would take the bus to school, because mom said I had to. The bus driver was this mean skinny man with grey sort of long hair who one day forgot to stop at my house and let me off. It was terrifying, because I had to try to walk up to the front of the bus without falling, and it was noisy with all the kids, and explain to the bus driver that he'd missed my stop.

Everytime I took the bus after that, I was terrified that he would forget my stop. I would have been much happier walking or biking home from school.

I think I'd be quite happy working as the only librarian in a little tiny town somewhere, and I wouldn't even own a car because I could walk everywhere in town. I'd be able to avoid confrontation at all costs, because I'd rarely speak with strangers.