Drive, she said...

We made the mistake of going by Shasta School the other day, right around 2:30. That is the hour that school is over with for the day and the parents descend upon the school to pick up the students. Then we noted an odd thing. There are no homes anywhere near this school. It’s in an industrial zone. What’s with that? There were school buses; there were hundreds of cars; I would not exaggerate. But no walkers.

Naturally; both of our minds went into memory mode and we recalled the fact that our mothers, both of them, never drove. Never had licenses or cars. And they weren’t the only ones in their neighborhoods. Most moms’s walked. Most families only had one car. Honest. I know it sounds like a fable, but it’s true. My sisters were the first women in our family to drive a car. Pioneers.

And growing up in a one car family meant that I was a walker as well. (child walks...oh, the shame of it!) Think about all of the things that you do with children in your car. We didn’t.