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I was wrong (but I was also 100% right)

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Remember this post?

It was the one where I shared this graph:

And I said that the graph was 100% true. There is nothing more exciting than getting the front seat upstairs on a double decker bus at any age. I absolutely stand by that.

And then I said this:

Iā€™m just sad that my kids never got to experience it. 

And that prompted an email from my dad. He expressed his disappointment that my usually unerring accuracy on the blog had… er… erred.

Because he attached this image of my kids. It was taken at 3:30pm on Thursday 12th July 2012, and there they are – aged 6 and very almost 4 – on the front seat upstairs on a double decker bus.

And that looks like the bottom of West Street.

To be fair, I wasn’t there. I had no idea that this had happened.
This was clearly a Grandma and Granddad sponsored trip to town.
I was uninvolved.
(I was probably in a pub somewhere.)

So I was wrong. My kids did get to experience it.

But did they enjoy it?

Well, let’s check this photo, taken a minute later at the junction of Holly Lane.

Oh, I think so.

So it looks like I was absolutely right, as well.

This is 100% true

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I know. Hard to believe, isn’t it?

In this day and age, finding something which is entirely accurate, verifiable and genuine is as scarce as hens’ teeth. And yet, I can absolutely vouch for this being all of those things (the accurate, verifiable and genuine ones, not the teeth).

Yes, it’s a very simple graph, but it’s completely correct.

Memories of the 51 up from town: the stop at the top of Church Street, just by the Thornton’s and the back door of Awkward Square. Racing up stairs, wiping the condensation on the windows from the rain-soaked passengers so you could see the grey clouds and puddles out of the front, and then being King of the Bus for the 20 minutes home.

Magic.

I’m just sad that my kids never got to experience it. Still, if and when they go traveling – as the graph points out – they will still get that same rush as adults that we used to get when we were young.

Halcyon days.