When I was in third grade the bus drivers went on strike, or something. The buslines were drastically reduced. For several weeks, we had to walk 2 miles to the highway for the bus to pick us up. In the afternoon, we'd be dropped off 2 miles from home. If it was raining or my mom was in a mood, she'd pick us up, but most of the time she'd say "Ah. It won't kill ya. Why, when *I* was a kid..."
“Ah. It won’t kill ya. Why, when *I* was a kid...”
...I had to trudge up a hill six miles both ways!...