Sweet dreams, Sharon & Shoe... Morning, Vic!
2013 is my 35th hs reunion -- amazing where the time goes, isn't it? Thanks to facebook, I've re-connected with several of the folks there, and friended some who never knew I was alive back in the day.
I was lucky - or unlucky - when it came to high school. Spring of my 9th grade year, we moved out of the city and into the country (which the city has now absorbed). Lucky cause it got me out of they city and into a smaller school, which was very good for me. Unlucky because the kids at the new school had been together since kindergarten, or at least since 7th grade when all the feeder schools merged into the junior high. Coming there in March of 9th grade left one feeling very much like an outsider.
That said, they were indeed some of the best years of my life, whether I knew it or not.
Our town was built on the canal, and our original high school was built in 1865. It had 4 large rooms. When I attended, those rooms were for choir, band, and Vo-Ag. At the time, it was the only school in town -- elementary was on one side of the original building, jr/sr high on the other. Progress is doing its best to ruin my little town -- it's not even a village anymore, it's a full-fledged city, per the last census.
But the memories keep it fresh and familiar, and give me a place to run to when I get tired of city life. Yea, memories!