First Day at the Bus Stop

Leave it to my daughter to attract a high school boy! Yep, her first day at the bus stop which intermingles high school kids with middle school…. the 6th through the 12th grades….. and who talks to her, but a high school boy! He’s cute and all and it appears he was raised right because he allowed her to get on the bus before him. My friend Tom said the guy had just wanted to check out her legs! Yeah, I’ll be breaking those heels off those shoes when she gets home!

I didn’t have legs like those when I was her age, or maybe I did and I just never saw them! I wasn’t into fashion and dressing up to go to sixth grade. It was the early 70s, and I was happy that we had just been permitted to wear pants to school so that’s ALL I wore! I attended a country school where men were men and sometimes, so were the women. We had to wear dresses with short white socks and Mary Janes until a new school board member who’d attended Woodstock pushed for change. Fast forward to thirty-six years later as I watched my dear girl walk down the sidewalk in her heels, black shirt (just an inch above the knee), denim jacket (with cuffs Frenched thanks to mom’s fashion sense), long blond hair, big blue eyes, fashion specs, and my hoop earrings. Sigh. Darn hippies.