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I was 5 (1963) riding the little school bus through the streets of Chicago after school and I remember noticing how a little green arrow would flash on the dashboard prior to each turn. When I asked the driver about the arrow, she said it showed which direction the bus would turn. I suddenly felt panicked at the idea that my destination was ultimately controlled by the whims of this vehicle, and that I may not return home that afternoon, ending up God knows where. I kept my fear to myself, and was relieved to find myself deposited at the old brownstone building where I lived. Funny thing is, as soon as I got home, I forgot all about this close brush with technological capriciousness.
When I was young, I used to belive that
if you pushed the stop button in the bus it would stop for good.
In Japan there are change automats in the busses. My sister believed that we took the bus to earn money from the change automat.
Until was at least 10, I thought that when you dropped your fare into the box on public buses, the bus somehow converted the coins directly to fuel
when I was little I thought that the bottom deck of the bus would drive off without the top deck because there was no driver on the top deck. However, it would be ok if I drove it by holding the bars at the front of the bus.
All through my childhood our family called open topped busses 'Bertie Busses', convinced that this was their official name. I realised that other people didn't call them this but I assumed it was because they weren't 'in the know' like our family and insisted to my friends that BERTIE BUS was the correct name.
Years later as an adult, I discover my mum had jokingly named the busses Bertie after my very bald Uncle Bert who like the busses, had little on top!
when we went on school trips, we used to think that the bus might fall apart when it went over railroad tracks (or get hit by a train, i suppose) so everyone had to put their fingers on any screws or nails or whatever that they could see (that held the bus together) so they wouldn't fall out. i thought it was dumb, so i rarely did it (except when threatened by the bigger, meaner kids).
When I was about ten I read a book called 'Slipt', and in one part a school bus gets hit by a train and all the kids get killed. From that point on I would only ride next to the emergency exits on school buses so I could get away if I saw a train coming.
I used to believe that when we died (and animals) died they were picked up in a bus with there name on it.