We knew we had to pretty much go all out to make the connector at Hoosac Street School. There wasn t any margin of error allowed. Up and up and up to the rural farming area where we lived. Breathing labored, backs covered with sweat, relaxing in the hard green stiff comfortable seats it was another day where we kicked life in the ass, invented an art form and rose from the embers of confinement all rolled into one. We were the envy of those who weren t yet ready to rebel against the shuttle between two schools.
Hero s in our own mind.
We overcame distance and time. We tackled obstacles in our inexperienced lives. We shared secrets. We were forever hidden along the banks of the Hoosac. Running our way through three grades of life with the wind and the rain and snow never inhibiting us at all.