What I hate is the bastards that hit animals on purpose.

When I was 6 years old, I was on school bus just taking off from stop near my house, beside me was the boy (Allie, also 6) from next door. We were in the front seat adjacent to the driver and could see the road in front of us. If we as short 6 year olds could see so could the driver.

The dog (less than a year old) belonging to Allie, decided to sit down in front of the bus as if to prevent the bus leaving with his owners (Allie's older brother was ont he bus as well my older brother). The bus driver made some comment about that dog better move. Allie was yelling, he is only a puppy. The dog didn't move, just sat there looking up at the approaching bus and that driver ran him over. I don;t think we were moving fast. There really wasn't room for the bus to have picked up any speed in that short space of time. But maybe the memory is in slow mo as such things often are.

(God I am just now realising how alarmingly like a certain recent event this is.)

Anyway, the driver stopped a few yards down the road. Everyone on the bus was crying or screaming. I even remember which neighbohood mom witnessed and shouted at the driver and took us off that bus.

Damn! I am going to have nightmares tonight.   Oh! no change there.