How Feeling a Memory Impacts How We Make Decisions

I was about 10 years old, and I remember sitting on the big yellow school bus, the third or fourth seat from the front, by myself, looking out of the rattling metal-framed window. I had long hair then with a fringe that swooped to the left side. I was in that awkward stage of a pre-teen. While I was sitting in the fake dark puke green leather seat, I remember listening to the “popular” girls behind me.