I start uploading this image and gaze upon the flyer notifying me of my 40th year high school class reunion. Where did the years go?
- I was in pretty good physical shape in high school, but now parts of me jiggle when I walk.
- In high school, when I appeared to have confidence I was probably faking it. Now I just admit it when I’m lacking.
- While I’m not attending a formal “school,” I still enjoy learning and growing in experiences and knowledge. It’s just that now when I learn something new, it takes longer and something old has to go.
- As a senior in high school, I thought it would be an eternity until I would be old, like 30-year-old people. And now here I sit at 58 and it doesn’t feel old at all. (Today, anyway)
- Now I realize my parent were much smarter and “in tune” with the world than I ever gave them credit for at age 17.
- In high school I was afraid of the end of the world, which I attribute to growing up with the Cold War and Vietnam Conflict featured every night on the one channel that came in clearly. American body count and Viet Cong body count were the leading statistics. Guess the last domino didn’t fall, after all, since we are still a democratic society.
- But, I really would like to visit Vietnam now…
The last year of high school… a-h-h-h-h…
…and a lifetime ahead of you.