it's amazing how some things you experience as a kid stick with you your whole life. everytime i hear a bus pulling up and the slight screech/ almost-like-a-whistle-type-sound is being made, it never fails to remind me of my primary school days—when i had to wake up at 6 in the morning to get ready for school. the public buses are always first to start the day. it's as if everytime a bus pulls to a halt and i hear it, just for one second, i can smell the 6am dense morning air. it really doesn't ever go away.