(In reply to Haydukes comment)
The walk home had to be at least four miles, uphill all the way, well not really, but it was far. The bus would drop us off, and if we were lucky Mom would give us a dollar for the trip home. We'd stop at the grocery store by the rail road track, the same store Grandpa used to take me to, to pick out ice cream(the kind with icecream scoops all over the carton). I think it took us forever to walk home, why did we live so far out in the wilderness? But our house was cool, because we had acres and acres to play on. There was dogs, mean dogs, I remember praying in my head that they were tied up, and wouldn't come out and eat me up. I think Hayduke should of invented a pen that made dogs disappear. I'm not sure how long we were latch key kids, but my brother must of taken good care of me, because I'm still here, with no scars. Only once did I threaten to walk back to the bank and tell on him, at least only once that I can remember. But that walk it was a long one, at least 6 or 7 miles for sure!!!