Well I had my 25th high school reunion Saturday night. I think I should be feeling old, but when I go to those things I feel like I'm 17 again, minus the anxiety over whether that boy is going to talk to me or if that girl is mad at me, etc. It's just so nice seeing people from your childhood, and all the stuff you did in between is gone. My accent reverts to more southern (or so I've been told, and if you know me you wonder how it could GET any more southern) and we talk about stuff that happened in the 4th and 5th grades. I was amazed how different one classmate looked with her new hair color, but when she started talking her mannerisms came back to me and it was like I had seen her yesterday. That's good stuff.
I drove around town and went by the house I lived in till I was 9. I wanted to take a picture of it but the owners were on the porch...along with several vehicles in various states of disrepair and one up on bricks with no tire. Then I noticed the gutters were falling off and it was in pitiful shape. I thought (just for a split second of course) about pulling up and asking if I could go through it for old times' sake, but then I figured I'd get mugged and they'd strip my car for parts. Maybe next time I'm in town...
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Did you go by 614 at all?
Nope - just did downtown.
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