working on my heater

I just love to walk down memory lane plus remember all the nice times I had as a child. I have almost all nice memories from my childhood. Although all of us did go through tough times as a family, all of us constantly allowed it to pull us closer together rather than allowing it to separate us plus cause satisfied ion in the family. Although the majority of my memories of my childhood are appealing, there is one memory in particular  that still makes myself and others cringe to this day. That awful memory was riding the school bus. Both of us lived way out in the middle of nowhere, plus all of us rode the bus for a total of multiple plus a half hours every day. It wouldn’t have been too bad if the bus would of had a/c. But of course, it didn’t, but for most of the year, it was above seventy degrees, plus that made matters even worse. I can remember the stuffiness plus odor of that bus as if it had happened yesterday. Our bus was old, plus although the a/c didn’t  work, the fans did blow. They actually didn’t make hardly any difference though. They just blew around hot, odory air. It wasn’t until I was a junior in private school that all of us finally got a bus with a/c. This changed my life. The rides to plus from school were no longer completely angry, plus I actually was able to sort of adore them. Oh, the memories of the nice old afternoons, plus how they bring a smile to my face each time I guess of them.