It has been a long time since my high school graduation. 25 years long. A small group of us gathered over the weekend to take a stroll down memory lane and reconnect after many years of separation.
My class was small. 32 small. Um, I hear you laughing.
It wasn't all bad. A small class made for very close friendships. It also made it easy to know everything about each other. I mean everything. And not just about each other but about everyone in each other's families. Again, that was a good thing. We caught up on entire families this weekend.
The above picture is of me (on the right) with my classmate, Alicia, from this weekend. We lived 1 mile apart from the day we came home from the hospital until I was 7. Our houses were about 30 miles from town. That made for a long bus ride. 1 hour ~ each way. I would walk to her house for a play date. Yes, walk. By myself. I was young. Yes, younger than 7. If I didn't walk, I had 2 other choices ~ ride my bike or my horse. Horse was my preference. Her name was Kitty and she was an old swayback mare. Very gentle. Dad would have her saddled and waiting at the barn for me. I'd cross the creek, up the hill, turn left and then left again at the big gravel pile. We loved that gravel pile; it was the best place to play King of the Mountain. Alicia had a flag pole in her front yard. I'd tie Kitty to the flag pole and she'd munch the lawn while I played. I'd head home for dinner when Alicia's mom said it was time to go. Hmm...I wonder what happened to the piles that I'm sure Kitty left in the lawn? Her dad probably did some pooper scooping. Or maybe it was lawn fertilizer.
Alicia and I have somehow managed to keep in touch throughout the years. At times it was somewhat sporadic or predictabale depending upon how you feel about the annual Christmas card. We even managed to see each other more than just at class reunions. Now due to technological advancements since 1984, we keep in touch regularly. We can know daily what the other one is up to.
Next time I'll introduce you to Shawna.