I will never be able to tell Meg not to complain about her walk to school as I had it so much harder when I was a kid.
Because I didn't.
I never walked near enough to 4km each way.
I never literally climbed a mountain on the way home.
I never had to watch out for a rogue monkey gang exerting their rights to the road I had to walk up.
I never had a bear bell (let alone two!) on my school bag.
I never slid on ice patches walking down the road and skidded around corners on black ice.
I certainly never needed a down jacket, knit cap, neck warmer, gloves, leg warmers and snow shoes- with spikes- to get to school.
And I didn't even realise that frost bite could occur anywhere but Mt Everest and Antarctica.
But you know, I don't think I ever had half as much fun as she does getting to school either. A 7 minute drive in mum's car with my brother and sister doesn't really compare to an hour walking and talking and collecting icicles or frogs or chestnuts depending on the season. Or taking a break at the park half way and having a drink at the fountain and getting wet and lying around drying out before continuing the journey. And checking out what's happening in everyone's gardens and discussing everything and anything with her walking buddies and having yelling competitions (sure the neighbours love that one) and getting daily updates on the kittens that were born under a barn half way to school and so much more.
She loves walking to school and is disappointed when it's raining or blizzarding and she goes in the car.
From April Amy will join the walking group and I have my fingers crossed she will enjoy it as much and manage to get to school and back as unscathed as her sister has so far.