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Bus Rides
Bus rides

When I first started going on a bus I was quite nervous. I comforted myself, thinking, ‘There's bound to be somebody on the bus that knows me.’ I had lived in the same area for so long. Getting on and off the bus and sitting down before the bus moved off was the most dangerous part of the journey. I often felt a hand supporting me from behind getting on and off the bus. I very rarely saw whom the hand belonged to but I always said, ‘Thank you,’ anyway. It was my guardian angel looking after me. I always reassured people about my guardian angel when telling them about my adventures on buses. The bus drivers got to know me well. ...

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