At ten years, old I started to walk home on foot instead of take the bus. My stop, a copse of cedar trees at the bottom of my hill, as the last stop took more than an hour of bus ride to arrive at. I could walk there in about fifteen minutes at a moderate pace. When I was ten, I began to walk home from school. The reason I did this was because I was the last stop on the bus. The bus would leave the school, and it would drive the other direction to my house. It traveled dozens of miles across the valley farm fields, and finally it would pass into the forest near my house and wind its way through the trees until it finally came to my stop about a mile and a half from the school. I found that if I left the school and walked to the house I arrived home almost an hour before the time I would arrive if I took the bus. There really was no point to the bus except maybe I didn’t want to walk for half-an-hour to get home. I found one day I had time enough on the walk home that I could walk with my foot to the ground, foot by foot, so that the ball of my foot touch my toe that would take the next foot and place it such that the ball of my foot touch my toes so that I was measuring the distance from my school to my house by the length of both of my feet and so I counted all the way home walking this way. 2,512 of my feet from the door of my school to the door of my home. My foot at the time was 10 inches. I know how many of myself there needed to be for me to stand foot by foot from my school to my house.