Same here but only one bus whose route took us the many miles between school and home. I don't know how mum schlepped the big back to back buggy onto the bus for the round trip to pick me up from kindergarten. It was brutal hard work, in all weathers.
Sometimes she arranged a lift for me with a neighbour who drove, and chain smoked, whose children were the mean girls of the school.
When my two younger siblings were in school, it was my job to wrangle them home safely. I couldn't have been much more than 8.
Mum was a hopeless case - always preferred the laborious, difficult way of doing things. When dad once tried to teach her to drive on a vast, empty beach with hard packed sand, where you could drive for miles, she headed straight for the waves at about 40 mph. Dad had to wrestle the steering wheel from her and make a sharp turn back toward the dunes.
It wasn't until she was in her mid 60s, after years of insisting that she was doing fine on the busses and the train, which were conveniently located a short walk from her front door, that she took lessons, failed several tests, and eventually passed. She called me in great excitement on a Saturday to tell me she had got all her shopping done in one fell swoop, in the supermarket with the lowest prices! Well, duh, mum... Dsis and I had been telling her she could do exactly that, for years.
The moral of the story is that you'd look differently at your life and perhaps even redefine the word 'convenient' if you had a car.