Ponderings…The ways we are remembered

When I was in first grade, I rode the bus to school. Every morning, my big sister (who was in the 3rd grade) and I would walk to the bus stop and wait for our bus to collect us and the other children. It was a prime time for looking for creatures – catching little grasshoppers and lizards (whom I called “lizzies”) and such. There was a particularly wonderful tree with pink flowers at the end of the street, and in the spring, there would be hundreds of orange and black fuzzy caterpillars on