|High school hallway
Last August a trip back in time occurred. It didn’t make the papers, Fox News or CNN.
Five women met for a morning of remembering elementary school, how they survived 7th grade at the Nike Base. That year our moms banded together to stop the buses from crossing an unsafe bridge. We remembered our years at PHS.
All of us lived in the same subdivision where streets were walked after dark, sleds sailed down snow laden streets and phone lines almost melted from many daily crisis situations.
The hallway above was our high school it is now the middle school.
Remembering the the feel of shoulder to shoulder walking, the smell of well perfumed girls because we didn’t like the showers, and a smile beaming at you as you passed a friend (Robby!) seems as bright as the polished floors in the photo.
Some of us have moved to other states, all have been married and have children but the moment we saw each other time turned backwards and in our hearts we were teenagers once more.
Time had crept into the space between high school and living. The five of us had lost touch with each other, missing important milestones in each others lives.
Then facebook brought us together again. It took almost a year before we found the last person, but it happened.
Now, we fill in the blanks, know that we will be there for each other from now on, and rejoice in the remembering of our pasts. I wish everyone could find their early friends and do their own remembering.
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posted by Diana Lesire Brandmeyer
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