Did you ever ride the bus to school when you were a kid? I did. I remember all the bumps and how if you'd sit in the back seats those same bumps would practically fly you up to the ceiling. My friends and I would fight over who got the seats. Why? We wanted to feel the weightlessness of freefall. We wanted to bounce all over the place. And those country roads near my house were nasty with potholes and such.

It was fun! It was free! And it was the cool thing to do.

Today I got to revisit the back seat of a bus. It was my son's school fieldtrip to the Brookfield Zoo and on the way home he headed straight for the back of the bus.

It was OK with me. I had no problem with it. That is until we actually started moving. I had forgotten how hard those seats really are. I had forgotton that now I have bigger, and somewhat sagging, boobs that bounce around when the busride gets a-going. If they'd been a bit bigger I'd have come home with two black eyes, that's for sure.

And even though my backside has more padding to it than when I was a kid, my tailbone is so sore that it hurts to sit.

I'm too old for the backseat....and that saddens me because I had so much fun there as a kid.