Igrew up in one of the relatively new Israeli neighborhoods, with mostly young families. We had a large Bais Yaakov nearby, but my parents opted to send me to a smaller private school that attracted families who gave their children a more sheltered upbringing. Since the school was just starting out, there were only three grades, and, lacking a building, it was housed in a few caravans in a parking lot, about a ten-minute drive from our home. Consequently, while most of my friends from our neighborhood walked to school and back every day, I, together with a handful of friends from the surrounding neighborhoods, were bused.