My First Bus Ride

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   I remember clear as day the first time I rode the greyhond bus. I must say the ride was slow and seemed as if time had stopped as I sat uncomfortable on cramped seats. As I ride, the bus passes through parts of Texas and Arizona that loo...

   I remember clear as day the first time I rode the greyhond bus. I must say the ride was slow and seemed as if time had stopped as I sat uncomfortable on cramped seats. As I ride, the bus passes through parts of Texas and Arizona that looked like small, forgotten deserts that were so dry and lonely. An ancient place that longed for the company of cowboys to ride their horses through them once again. The only thing left standing were cactus plants of different shapes and sizes that wore needles as body armour, accompanied by enormous rocks that sat against mountains that looked old and tired like they may have lived once. It was quite a sight to see as a young child but the stench of body odor continuously distracted me with the smell of urine that reeked from the back of the bus that most likely chose to hide there permanently. After transferring bus after bus we finally make it to our destination three days later.

 

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