Nap Time at School

I read a post today about nap time in school, riding a school bus, and then walking home.
I never had a school where we napped.
I remember walking to and from Jane Arden Elementary School in Long Beach, California.  Dad was away in the Navy.  I remember walking home one day to discover our President, FDR had died.  I wept.  I was 6.
I remember walking across the Hampton Road bridge to and from Gratiot Elementary School in St Louis.  Dad was now out of the Navy.  My sister, Sara was born while we lived here. I liked to wear sweatshirts.  One had Roy Rogers on it.
I remember riding a school bus home from school in Riverside, California.  We lived in the projects, I think about 4 miles from town, maybe more.  I don’t remember how far. I was 8 and then 9.  And even sometimes rode my bike through the orange groves and walnut groves on some days when I didn’t ride the bus.  Sometimes I’d stay late in town and fill the wire basket on front of my bike with oranges from the packing plant and sale them door-to-door.  And then I was 10. 
We moved to Oklahoma.  I walked or rode my bike to school.  On weekends I sometimes stayed with my friend Larry Stringer.  He lived on a farm.  I learned to milk cows. I was 11.
We moved to Dallas.  
I remember catching the city bus in Dallas. I’d transfer to a streetcar and finish the trip to James S. Hogg Elementary School.  I never liked attending a school named Hogg (even if he had been the governor). We lived in the projects. Sometimes I’d ride my bike.  It was about 10 miles to school.
I made the same trip on the bus when I went to N.R. Crozier Technical High School.  It was in downtown Dallas.
Then I bought my first car when I was 16.  By this time I was attending South Oak Cliff High School.
No more buses.
And I never had naps in school.