What do you remember about your way back home from school?
>>84497996Grew up in a suburb with protective parents, never walked home
*flicks switch*ok so basically i used to be in this thing called Before and After School Care but after like two years of it they changed the location from the portables to a school that was a 10 minute walk from my school, but also right beside where I lived. so my parents didn't sign up for that, obviously, but I would still walk to the school with all my BASC friends and then just go home when we arrived. It was a decent arrangement for me getting home I suppose. I remember one day the two friends a lie about how I had a remote-control helicopter. I don't remember much about the walks and the two years before it were more memorable. i also changed my name from moonbeam wallace to wallace wallace, but that took longer than a year
>>84497996Abandoned road that felt eerie and remote. One old man lived there.
>>84497996>elementaryit's like a mile away from the house through some unremarkable suburban sprawl, always rode the bus>middleit's like 5 miles away through some unremarkable suburban sprawl and down a retardedly steep hill, walked home once and walking up that hill was hellish enough for me to never try again>high schoollike 3 miles away through some unremarkable suburban sprawl, i dropped out after 1 quarter so i never tried walking home, got driven there a lot by angry mom when she'd catch me skipping
>>84497996Back when I was in elementary school, the way back to my old house was just straight down the road with no turns. I think it was around a 5-7 minute walk but nothing special ever happened. Despite the street having a school on it, the road was actually really calm around there so you could cross the street very slowly without a care in the world. The neighborhood itself wasn't very lively either. I wish I appreciated that calmness more back then because now I live on an incredibly busy street with constant car accidents and a bunch of noise.
>>84497996I was almost kidnapped when I was 7.
it was a lush suburb. there was a baseball field along the way and most of the road didn't have sidewalks.
>>84497996I went to elementary to early high school in Las Vegas. We lived in a dangerous area and it was rough going to and from school at times. I was surrounded by Hispanics and blacks so it could have gotten out of hand at any moment. Death stares and almost getting robbed/killed at any moment if you did not pay attention. All thanks to mom giving me autism I was able hyper focus on the threats around me and get out of there. Luckily I was really fast and never traveled in groups. Moved to Dallas to finish up my high school years and that was honestly worse. Constantly black kids fighting each other and Hispanics trying to act like gangs and fight each other. I hated it all and mostly kept my head down.
>>84497996When I was in high school was the last time these kind of buses were in service, loved the sound they made and these rounded parallelogram shaped windows that could open. Just a short ride on a city bus and a short walk through residential blocks. I remember getting to be close to girls sometimes sitting or standing right next to them when the bus was packed full. Another time someone pick-pocketed my wallet without me realizing, they got off the bus before me and threw it back at me through the window. Literally only had a single dollar bill in there and a bus farecard, then next day there were rumors at school that I was poor.
>>84498051>going to 3 different schoolsdo mutts really?
>>84498246Yeah. Is junior high or middle school not a thing elsewhere?Mostly in USA public school it's: Elementary school is K-5th grade, around age 5-11Middle school is 6-8th grade, around age 11-14High school is 9-12th grade, around age 14-18
>>84497996I walked home precisely once, and that was when I got out of school early during some senior activities during my final year of high-school. It was a 45 minute trek, but it was actually quite fun. Then I saw a dead cat on the grass, and had a little bit less fun.
Just this morning, I walked the way that I used to walk to and back home from school. It's a straight, wide, open garden path with a canal with raised stones to walk over it on, lawns kept just slightly wild, great big trees that I've forgotten the names of, concrete ersatz-marble like structures, long rows of tulips, and flowerbeds with descriptive signs. There are gravel side paths, and wooden walkways, and those jet waterworks that the children always run around and play in when it gets hot in the summer while the parents talk and watch and laugh from the park benches.I remember it feeling brighter. Cliche, I guess. It's spring now, and the colours are very saturated, and I'm on speed, and there are cherry petals filling the canal and green-shimmering half-sleeping ducks floating around in it, but to me it seems grey. And small. I remember it feeling very big. I have not grown much in height since then, it's just a feeling. The distance from one side of the promenade other seemed excessive, almost like a small excursion in itself, with leaps between stones and balancing acts on edges to distract yourself with and small things to see along the way. Now, it's constraining. I've gone through it every way that it can be gone through so many times that it feels like there isn't any space left there. Maybe you understand what I mean if you've also worn out some place of yours over the years. That is the same way I walked, anxious about the kids at school at 10, or thinking about the games I wanted to play when I came home at 12, or crying about how I felt I had been treated by my friends at 14, or totally engrossed in some music by the latest band I'd discovered at 16, or happy that summer was starting and that I'd soon be free, every year.
>>84497996Back in middle school I had to take the public bus, I remember waking up at 4am and getting ready to get out at 5:30am, I lost a ton of sleep watching mlp and listening to dubstep and pink floyd in my earphobes.The morning was great, I saw how the city slowly woke up as I made my way through the chip seal concrete streets, tons of vendors and people outside businesses waiting for their jobs to open. I still remember the street lights, the smell of gasoline from the old buses, how I stood outside the school waiting for it to open because I was there too early. The talks with my friends as we waited for that door to open.When school was done we gathered a group of 6 idiots and walked through "secret passages" to reach the bus stop, every day we just screwed around and laughed, if we were lucky on fridays we stayed at a friends house that was near the school. The whole night we fucked around and played halo and GTA V online, lots of raging and play fighting.Those were the best years of my life, after that everything went downhill and now, at 25, I'm alone without family or friends, I've been living like this for more than a decade, it's hard to move on but I know those people no longerexist, were all grown now.
>>84498493The way that seemed so short and pleasant with my highschool sweetheart smiling up at me, holding my hand hard and actually bouncing, going between our houses and the parks and the riversides. Picking cherries, playing with her dog, and things I don't want to think about anymore. And that felt so long and foreboding, death-march like, when I was considering my suicide, just walking back and forth through all the places of my childhood day after day to think on things and be left alone by family and acquaintances and old schoolmates.I don't really know how I feel about it anymore. I feel like I'd rather that it wasn't there, that that space was just removed somehow. I don't know how closely I want to associate myself with it. Most of all I guess I feel stupid, retreading child-me's steps alone at 4 AM and remembering how I once felt my confidence and passion and anxiety fit just right for that path, and now a dead husk desperate for human connection and wanting substances and isolation.There wouldn't really be much point to reading this. I'm told I get incoherent unsober and I have nothing interesting or evocative or anything to say. I suppose it's that once you start trying to say something you become convinced that there is something to say and you'd rather rabmle than admit vapidity.>>84498115People often say that you don't know what you got till it's gone, and I feel like that applies especially to peace, calm and silence. It's become what I value most and I never realized it wasn't to be taken for granted, or even that it was something one would feel a want for.>>84498504Nice memories, anon. Yeah, I know.
>>84497996i remember driving home after graduation listening to the eagles, leaving early because i was incredibly depressed. the sky was bright pink/orangeand i didnt take any pictures with anyone, not that I really had friends
really nice thread idea op. too bad though lol.
>>84498236>then next day there were rumors at school that I was poor.kek
>>84497996nice idea op!I usually took the bus home but if I went by foot I had to cross a bridge, underneath there was a huge river. it was particularly pretty when it snowed or during a sunny spring/ summer day.besides that I was always stressed going home I struggle with not depending my mood on people (evil teachers and classmates)
>>84497996There was this short cut through a guys farm, I dont know if it was trespassing in and of itself. I remember me and my older brother used to steal his apples. Those apples were deadass the best apples I have ever had in my life. These big ass honey crisp apples, tart and sweet and absolutely scrumptious. He chased us a couple of times. Kek.There was another house I used to pass, but they had granny smith apples and they were mid tbdesu. I was a really slow walker too, so my brothers would try to bribe me into walking faster by buying me chocolate. One time I walked so slow that my brother deadass dragged me by my foot. I always used to water the plants. If I had leftover water, sometimes my brother's would also for the water but I said no and kept giving water to the plants. Sometimes when I would get thirsty I would go to my cousins apartment, they lived really close to the school, and they had the apartment right under the ground, so I would bang on their window and ask for a cup of water. i would pass this abandoned building, my parents told me to never get close to it, but i did. Kek. The reason for it was that two girls under the age of ten were raped there. I can recall more shit but I dont know if I want to type all that.
Nice winding roads and roundabouts, moving from the townhouse units to the less "ghetto" areas and apartments/condos, the detour I could take to walk to Blockbuster to rent a game, I could still easily visit that place with a short drive.
had to cross this bit of non paved road that looked dangerous but nothing happened.To this day is still non paved lol
>getting a double gulp from 7-11>playing heroes of might and magic 3 with my friend when we get to his house>walking to our NEET friend's house to wake him up
