Eating Blades of Grass

Knowing the end goal and what our 'eating-the-blades-of-grass' moment should be like.

Can you remember the day when you first decided what you would be?

For reasons I am yet to fully understand I wanted to be a bus driver. In those days, buses were quite monstrous to drive, with nothing of the power assisted steering that modern vehicles have today. Facilities for receiving fares were decades away from the 'Contactless' card transactions buses now have. And, the propensity for buses to break down and to cause passenger delays and inconvenience brought stress and strain to all involved.
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Nevertheless, for me at that time there was something quite magical about how a relatively small turn on a large steering wheel could heave the huge charabanc, upon which I regularly travelled, into the direction of the next stop and beyond.

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