Dec 13 2008
A BLAST FROM THE PAST
Who says you can’t go back? Recently I attended my High School reunion. Just hearing the word reunion filled me with dread. Did I really want to go back and see everyone I had left all those years ago, when I was still young and innocent. The answer I found was no, I did not want to go back. I did not want to go back and revisit all my old memories and feelings about people and a place I hadn’t seen in many years. Feelings change and people grow, but when you hear the word reunion, you can’t believe time has passed needing a reunion. It all seems like it happened only yesterday, and all the old feelings come back stronger than ever. I felt like I was over all the drama associated with High School and all the petty backstabbing. However friends I am still in contact from that long ago time ago were persuading me to attend. I thought I would find comfort in my husbands arms reassuring me that I did not have to attend. Unfortunately this was not the case. He wanted me to attend, he said I would later come to regret not attending. So I put on my brave face, got all dressed up and left my safe warm house to attend my High School reunion. I found that when I arrived at the restaurant I was to afraid to go in myself, so I called inside and had a friend come out and bring me in. I know it was cowardly thing to do but I found I was to nervous to allow myself to walk in alone. After being led in, it took awhile to get over my nervousness I wasn’t sure if I would be able to talk with anyone or even recognize anyone. I was positive that no no one would recognize me. Walking through the crowd some one called my name, reluctantly I looked up into the eyes of one of my dearest friends back in the day, I squealed in delight and rushed over to give her a big hug. After the tears and the shock wore off we caught up on our lives and relationship status. I was shocked to find that some people in attendance that I did not speak to at all in High School did approach me and linger to talk about kids, jobs, old relationships and life in general. I found it odd at first that some of the people I was speaking to were hugging and kissing me as if I was an old friend they had missed, even though I barely talked to them before. It was nice seeing some familiar faces, and some that were not so familiar. In the end I was glad that I attended my reunion. To see all those faces once again in the same room was truly a Blast from the past!
