Being wrong is a matter of perspective

The first day of Kindergarten came and went. I asked my son what he liked best about the day. Was it his classmates? Was it his teacher? Was it a particular story or activity? His answer was “the bus!”

In my grown-up mind, I don’t view the school bus as all that exciting. I have several memories of being jostled to and fro during my childhood rides, wedged into seats covered in cracked pleather. The same seats which were either freezing cold or scalding and sticky depending on the time of year...