I’m walking, yes indeed I’m Walking.

My kids don’t believe me.
I had walked two miles or more one way each day to and back from school. Starting in kindergarten and still walked everyday all the way through my senior year in high school. Rain, sleet, ice storms, snow, Wild fire, earthquake, barking dogs, panhandlers, and cracked sidewalks. All walking through the southern California thick gray smog. It certainly wasn’t an easy stroll. A challenge to one’s well-being and willingness to engage in serious schooling.
In high school I lived three blocks too close to ride on the school’s big yellow bus. Plus, my dad left much too early in the morning to his work for me to ride with him. So, if I have to walk, I’ll just walk. And miles of walking it was. Twelve long years and many pairs of shoes. Two miles to school. Two miles back. Everyday. It was a hardship. I should had run away from home. But my mom packed a nice lunch for me each day.