8 is Great? Or 8 Is Enough

Eight. Remember being 8 years old? Me neither. I am sure it was a good time though... However, here are 3 stories about 8 year olds to change your mind:

Story one: Eight year old in NY sneaks onto a bus and somehow releases parking brake. Bus rolls over a 7 year old girl.

Story two: Eight year old covers the eyes of school bus driver while moving. Bus smacks tree (no one hurt).

Story three: Eight year old girl, we'll call her Reagan, waiting in line for bouncy-air-jump-thing at a baseball game Sunday chats it up with a boy in line. Nervous father watches, trying to read boys lips, figuring his angle, wondering how far he could kick boy into the parking lot and get a way with it...Father gives boy stink-eye and may have flexed a little bit.

What is going on with 8 year olds??? Also, bus drivers shouldn't have their eyes covered as a matter of good practice, i am sure that won't happen to my sister Pam... although, if I photoshop in a Chevy Citatation (with turbo button option) it would look like high school all over again...

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todays survey

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