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I think you forgot to type the post 🤣
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Ummm, no, you're not - not yet anyway. WetT, on HNW Models Needed for GRated Posing I Have a New Job [post 3312759] My Private Blog - Tell Me ALL Your Secrets
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Seems not, because an hour and a half later, your comment still hasn't appeared!!
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stream-of-consciousness a.k.a. ramblin When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.
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"The wheels on the bus go round and round....round and round..." God! I hated that song. Kids today are all be staring into cell phones or tablets, so at least it's quieter on the buses.
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Lovely wee story McBiggles (now that I can read it.) I've always wanted to see the grand canyon but never had the opportunity. Road trips - we had a few family trips for hols, 8 of us piled into an old estate car - think you call them station wagons.......'are we there yet mum?? waaaaaah??'
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That's a very detailed memory for one who was so young at the time. We are all so impressionable in those early years. Great story. Our family trips consisted of my brother and me sitting in the back seat of a boiling car praying for our dad would drive faster so we could feel a little breeze. THAT and playing 'peg baseball' - a dice game that kept us entertained. Nothing much to say.
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You know, I don't remember much about road trips but one thing stuck - my dad's magical ability to pull off the main highway into any town and magically navigate directly to the Dairy Queen. Much later I learned that in the early days of his career he was on the road a lot, which explained it. It seemed like a super-power at the time though!
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Interesting age - 6. That was how old I was when my parents took me and my 4 brothers (ages 9, 7, 4, 3) on a driving tour around Michigan in 1961. Hunting frogs - oh, wait. I couldn't do that cuz ... girl. Getting Indian war bonnets and tomahawks - oh, wait. I got a doll cuz ...girl Wanting .... nope .... girl That was the year I became a feminist. Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!
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Sounds like an interesting road trip lots going on for sure sight's on and off the bus.. Happy Hump Day hun I hope yours is a fun one. P.S. You know this is why I have stopped writing so many of my stories because the words keep disappearing..UGH!!!
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Grand Canyon...you think you were looking at it from afar? Try being in an airplane and flying over it! Yup, that's how I got to see it. That was kinda warped, but not from my childhood. OK, maybe my second childhood. lol
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I took a bus once... when I was a college kid, after getting fired from summer camp (like you, that's a whole 'nother blog post) in rural South Carolina. All the way back home to central Florida. Via Camp Lejune tho, so boy, the bus was full of handsome young recruits
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I'd think ole G-Ma should be praying for herself traveling 2 days on a bus with two six year olds!! I took my first road trip at age 6 months, and did so every year thereafter. Lots of memories, but when you grow-up "on the road" I guess nothing really fazes you. My second airplane takeoff EVERY the plane blew all its tires and stopped with just 7 feet of runway left. (And yet I still became a pilot.) WetT, on HNW Models Needed for GRated Posing I Have a New Job [post 3312759] My Private Blog - Tell Me ALL Your Secrets
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The last bus trip I took was from San Fernando, CA (closest locale) to Banning, CA (another closest locale) to do my yearly summer two week visit at my aunt's homestead in Hemet, CA. I think I was about 12 or 13 at that time... The drive took some time to get to a layover stop (about two hours), and I was told that the next bus to my final stop would be along "within the hour". Yeah, riiiiight. What was "within the hour" ended up to be around three hours. I had already eaten my brown bagged lunch, my chocolate Zinger bar (recall those?), and drank down my soda within the first hour; now I was watching the sun getting lower on the horizon, I was getting hungry again, and my next bus STILL hadn't arrived, The nerve. I eventually collected-called my aunt to see if she could come and get me at the layover instead. She asked me what depot I was in, which turned out to be closer than my final stop anyway. Wait, whut... About forty minutes later, I was saved from Bus Depot Hell, and on my way to a southern-style fried chicken dinner at the homestead. "Go Greyhound, and leave the driving to us!" Yeah, no. Oh yeah... I recall Gatorade gum also. Gods death, I'm *that old*.. "Be who you are and say what you feel. Those who matter won't mind, and those who mind won't matter." ~ Dr. Seuss.
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Longest bus journey I made was probably a school trip. We were up very early (must have been about 5am to get the bus going through the village at 6am) and then sat on the bus for five or six hours. So we'd have two or three hours on the "educational" visit then maybe an hour or so for ourselves before boarding the bus again and another six hour journey back north getting home not long before midnight. And there were no mobile devices or USB charging points in those days.
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stream-of-consciousness a.k.a. ramblin A good story young lady, 6 years old and you still remember that much detail, Very good. Gatorade Gum, I cant say I remember this one. I have rode busses here in the states and in foreign countries, ain't no place like home..Have a good day. Stop by at lonlyforlove2 also see Lunch with Lonly , we get snow tomorrow Check my blog on New Community, "A photo of my big Pecker" also, " My Sunday afternoon with the kids'
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