High School reunion revisiting many times together, times apart. Our experience (I believe) was unique. Our small town with one Junior high, one High School resigned us to spend many hours, days, eventually years together. I remember as an adolescent sometimes feeling suffocated, bored, longing for more freedom. Hearing phrases like, “H school years are the best time of your life.” My thoughts we’re not aligned. At 73 I accept, the mandatory attendance paid off big time. Who knew? I was a self-imposed late bloomer. I am grateful for the foundation my high school gave me. Friends, memories, caring, kindness, began many years past, infused with life experiences are priceless. I find myself knowing that for today’s youth ( Including my own) their high school experiences are unlike mine – I truly hope theirs will be rich. Breaking bread together , chatting and sharing stories together a fun time – class of 1963! It seems although we may not look the same – we are the same,. The years seem to make us smarter and softer. A really big thanks to those (You know who you are.) who took the time, stress of orchestrating our 55 th. What a fabulous job !
Moving on 