historic walk

The LHS all class reunion has come and gone.  For one long weekend, we had the opportunity to revisit the 60s, 70s, and 80s, through old friends, shared stories, and heart links.  Elementary and high school classmates, proof of our youth, witnesses to days of banana bike seats, bell bottom pants (green apple green), stolen kisses, piles of kids in cars with no one seatbelted, and the 14th Avenue drive-in.

We played softball, listened to the same music, dragged Main, and wondered about adulthood.  We awkwardly learned social skills (some sooner than others), we criticized, loved, and crushed on teachers. 

Together we were fresh and unwritten. 
 

"Remember the time..." 
"Have you kept in contact with...."
"Whatever happened to....."
"I was hoping..... would be here"
"Let's do this more often."

This is a reunion.  A walk through your youth; now your history.  Yes, I was once young.  Yes, I had my turn, when the future was a long, mysterious tunnel, waiting for me to step in and write my story.

"You haven't changed a bit!"  Such a funny remark, and heard throughout the crowd repeatedly! The accusation is thrilling, but if actually true.... a disaster. 


The chance to spend time with people who have the ability to see your buried youth,
hidden behind the wrinkles,
the weight,
the gray hair,
the bald head.

And still, "You haven't changed a bit!"

Friends -  who can look at you, and still see traces of the 17 year old you.


And for one weekend, you feel the joy in the rediscovery.