Most days after class, I would swap my school shoes for mud-encrusted wellies, watching with envy as my friends were whisked away in their parents" warm, dry cars. My mum was working long hours in the city and there were no public buses plying the school"s narrow access roads, so I had two options: walk the two-mile bridleway that connected my village to the school; or wait until dinnertime to be picked up. The decision, despite having to trudge through shin-deep mud for 40 minutes, was an easy one.
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