This morning on my way to work, I was suddenly stopped in a line of cars on a side street. Looking up ahead to see the cause of the standstill, I saw a stopped school bus and standing at the door, looking apprehensively up the steps, was a little girl with a backpack, most likely heading off to summer camp. Her mother was behind her, bending down to talk to her, probably offering words of encouragement. I'm sure the little girl had no idea of the impact her hesitation was having on the backed up traffic. All she probably felt was nervous of the unknown ahead of her. I felt sorry for her and certainly didn't mind the delay (I had left myself plenty of time this morning, otherwise, my perspective on the whole scene may have been altogether different.)

I feel as though it wasn't that long ago since I was in that little girl's place, apprehensively embarking on a bus for summer camp. It was always a little scary at first, but inevitably turned out to be fun. In fact, I kind of wish I could go to summer camp now, instead of work. I wouldn't mind whiling away my summer afternoons swimming in a pool, hiking in the woods, and making crafts. It would certainly beat sitting in here and missing out on all the beautiful weather. I wonder if that little girl would like to switch places with me?  ¶ 3:20 PM