a story about when i was younger

When I was young...
The sun's rays beat down on my heavy down coat, but the
trouble to take it off couldn't be made. Screeching to a jolting stop, the
submarine yellow school bus opened it's doors with a sucking noise,
similar to a straw. Shoving to the front, it was difficult not to whip
other kids with my fifty-ton backpack I transported around like a
pack mule. At last I exited the transport and shivered in the cold wind
which but a few seconds ago beat me through the thick glass. Glancing
casually left and right, I ran across the small cul-de-sac to my house.
At the door, I had barely…