Yesterday was my 50th year class reunion. Oh........the memories each of these people hold in their hearts. Yesterday we got to share those memories with others that know the stories are true but perhaps embellished just a tad. Oh the fun stories we shared......the many stories of teachers....................football heroes..................class plays....................dateless proms.................fellow classmates (you should have been there)...................cars......................pretty girls..................handsome guys.................cheating on tests...................boys telling why they didn't ask a girl to dance (who knew they were afraid of being turned down and having to walk back to the wall without a girl on their arm)................the list could go on and on.
As the afternoon wore on, our classmates started to drift away and head back home. Heartfelt hugs were abundant. Heartfelt hugs for the people who remember us when we were kids...........kids without children or grandchildren or even spouses. Back when we had no responsibility other than a history test. Back when momma and daddy were our anchor. Deep heartfelt hugs for friends with sincere hopes to see them at the next reunion.
At my hubby's 50th reunion a few years ago, one of his classmates was standing by the wall just observing. I remarked to him that everyone looked wonderful and happy. I never will forget what he said. He told me that it was because it wasn't the time to talk of reality; no need to talk of impending knee replacement, or surgeries, or chemo. We came to be 17 again.
We came to be 17 again.
I love you.
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