I was in the third grade, and old ‘beach wagon’, as they were called back in the 1940s, was our school bus. It carried about eight of us. We were picked up at our own homes and taken to the private school I attended.
There were both boys and girls on the bus and we all had a long ride. Therefore, we tried to make as much fun out of the situation as we could. The third graders felt very grown up, for the little first graders sat quiet and somewhat in awe of our bold behaviour. We all remembered being just like them at their age.