Racing the bus

When I was in Grade Four, the school bus picked me and my neighbour, Emilia, up at the end of my street. We'd wait near a large wooded area that was rectangular and about the size of three city blocks. In the springtime, before the leaves filled out, you could almost see all the way across to the opposite end. 

The bus would collect us at the South West corner of the woods, then make a second stop over at the North East corner. It occurred to me one day that I could make things more interesting for myself, Emilia (and the kids on the bus) if instead of boarding at my usual stop, I could race the bus by tearing diagonally across the woods and wait for it at the opposite, furthest corner. 

Emilia looked doubtful when the bus pulled up and I hid behind a tree rather than get on. I told her not to worry - I'd be waiting for her at the next stop. She protested and told me that I shouldn't. I’d miss the bus and be late for school! She shook her head as the school bus doors closed behind her. Off I went, full tilt,  keeping my eye on the bus and at the same time, avoiding overhanging branches and the many roots underfoot.

When the bus rolled up and I stepped on, Emilia looked shocked (and the driver confused). I'll never forget how this small victory made me feel. From that day onward, I continued to race the bus when i could - and strive to challenge myself in similar ways to this day.