truecoat
Well-Known Member
That reminds me of a trip I took when I was 12. I rode on a greyhound bus by myself 800 miles to visit my friends for the summer. I can't imagine putting any of my kids on a bus by themselves but I guess my parents trusted me to do it. 1977 was a great year.My parents let me go to Disneyland alone once when I was 9 or 10. A part of me thinks they were crazy and another part me is envious. Envious that they felt confident enough to do that for whatever reason.