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When my daughter was in 2nd grade, she and her brother (4th grade) would ride the bus to school. It stopped right in front of my house, going right to left, so the kids had to cross the street in front of the bus to enter the door. I always stood on the front porch to see them off, and there was never any traffic to worry about, plus the kids knew to look both ways.
Anyway, brother ran ahead of her, and got on the bus, and just as she reached the front corner of the bus, she stopped. She must have heard something, because she looked back at me. Just then, the bus took off, missing her by inches. My heart stopped completely. She ran back to the yard, and i put her in the truck and chased that dam bus driver all the way to school, and when I went up to his window he was ashen. He realized what had happened, after he had done it. He just didnt look down in front of the bus for kids. I made sure he knew how I felt (I was still shaking), and let it go.
It was only by the grace of God that she didnt get run over, and I have never been so scared in all my life.