20 years
I received an email from this Reunion.com thing. I normally dont read email from spammers and people I don't know or who put RE:
So I opened it. Read it. Went to Reunion.com. And it was from a woman who used to live behind me as kids and graduated from high school with me. We weren't really friends per se. We knew each other from the neighborhood. I didn't have that many friends anyway. She always struck me as older. She grew up faster than most of us because of her family situation.
She sends me a note letting me know when/where the reunion was. You know, I didn't go to the others. I sort of want to go but then don't. I don't remember much of anyone back then. I never kept in touch with any of them. None of them kept in touch with me. A few I felt I seriously outgrown, including my high school best friend. And like I said, I really had very few friends.
I ran through the gamut of people who were listed for my high school on Reunion. I only remember a handful and honestly barely remember what they look like. I guess I've got to go crack open that yearbook.
Now I did like Robin, the woman who emailed us all. She was very nice, had a good head on her shoulders for a teenager, kind of like my big sister who I didn't see much. (I am the oldest in my family so I never had a big sister). Apparently she has married twice, no kids, decent job. Still lives in Maryland.
The reunion is in a local bar up there. I never really liked the bar as a youngun and feel a bar really isn't a great place for a reunion, but that's the kind of school we went to: hometown, drinking and partying type. Not like redneckish, maybe more like trailer parkish. Not sure that's any better. Most people didn't go on to college. Many got married, some have kids. A few did go to college and have really good jobs. Not many. Several are divorced. Some still look like they have the 80s style (either that or they put up really really old pictures of them!)
I'm not going to go. Maybe I will keep in touch with her. But my high school years were so not fun. For the most part.
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