Sometime I have those moments when I shrink right back down to little me. Little ringlets, little shoes, little freckles and little thoughts. Often this involves me skipping or singing or sometimes even both. The other day however I felt the familiar shrinking while waiting at a bus stop, I sat on the bench swinging my legs and singing My favourite things. It was pouring down so I had my hood on and a scarf bundled around me and a ridiculous grin. The first bus came.. out of service  The second bus came.. out of survive. When the dog bites when the bee stings. Legs swinging. The third bus that came was also out of service but this time stopped, the bus driver opened the door and waved for me to get on, little me jumped up and ran on the bus. I started to reach for my bus pass but the driver stopped me. “This one’s for free”. More grinning. “Thanks”. Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels  The bus pulled into the loop and I got up and walked towards the driver to thank him again for stopping for me before I could he spoke “I saw you sitting on the bench and I could just tell you were a lovely girl. You looked so calm and sweet sitting in the rain I just couldn’t leave you there. I just could’t do it. More grinning. “Have a wonderful day, and thanks again you’ve made my day” I jumped off the bus and watched all the other people hurry on trying to get out the rain not bothering to even acknowledge possibly the nicest bus driver I have ever met.