Walk, bus, walk up steep hill. Very occasionally car if my father happened to be driving to work. Normally he cycled. I remember my mother coming with me on the bus and meeting me up to the age of seven or eight, thereafter I went by myself. I went to the same school from the age of seven until I left at 18.
As I got older I loved to vary the journey home. I often walked with a friend to her house (in the opposite direction to mine) and then got a different bus home. I also liked to get off the bus early so that I could walk home past a farm where I could look at the pigs. To this day I am rather fond of pigs!
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