I read this book as a kid and knew what was coming for Charlotte and I still cried at the end. It's been long enough ago though that I forgot just how frank this story is about death. The looming death of the pig and then the spider are pretty much just stated. No euphemisms or pretty language here. Now that I'm a mom and have also lost family and friends, I have whole different appreciation for the emotions of both Charlotte and Wilbur. It brought a new depth and resonance to the feeling of the story for me. I'm glad I got a chance to go.
I got to ride on a school bus for the first time in about 25 years. They still smell the same and the ride is as bumpy and noisy as it ever was. Although the kid behind me didn't steal my hat this time 'round. It's not winter so I don't know if the floor still gets that slick of tar-black slush that would coat boots, mittens, dropped book bags, and of course, the hat.