The Rites of Passages

Like cotton candy, that's what he compared it to, though I'm quite uncertain what public transportation has to do with cotton candy. Sammy always had a way with words. That is what we would say growing up. "That Sammy, he sure has a way with words." We were in 5th grade then, taking the bus from Canopy Island up to Crockersville. The bus always smelled like chewing gum and WD40. The back of the seats were usually torn, exposing the yellowish orange padded foam underneath. If you sat in a good seat, there would be graffiti in front of you, some immature, pornographic vulgarity that no one understood but giggled anyway because they knew it was naughty. Sammy once took a Magic Marker from home and wrote "I can see your P P." It was a bus favorite. The next day at school everyone was claiming to see each others' "P P." Maybe that is why he compared it to cotton candy. It was just so sweet.

Jeremiah,
I bet you liked this part of the book because it sounds a lot like something you would write.
Are you usually pulled toward things like your own style, or do you ever appreciate something different?
Just wondering.  

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