My Michael and I graduated from high school in the same year. We went to Dallas for his 45th reunion last month. I did not know a soul other than my Michael, his best friend John, and a friend Michael introduced me to on Facebook, Lynne. I actually had a great time. People would walk up to me; read my name tag and look at me with a perplexed look on their face. "Do I know you?" they would inquire. After several honest answers, I decided to be a bit creative and have a little fun!
I told one dude that I remembered him but he probably wouldn't remember me because my name in high school was Jack, but 20 years ago I changed my name to Janet Lee after my sex change operation. Upon inquiry from another guy I told him I weighed 300 pounds in high school, but ten years ago I lost 175 pounds after having gastric by pass surgery. Being the honest person that I am, and feeling uncomfortable setting them into a downhill spiral towards shock, I would fess up and inform them I was just kidding.
Last week it was my turn. I travelled back to Greensburg, Pa. to attend my 45th reunion. Why do we go to these reunions? Do we go to brag about our accomplishments? Do we go to re-connect with friends and 'share secrets' from our past? Or is it to re-experience the feelings of youth, immortality, and to remember the dreams and confidence that we once had? In high school the world was our oyster. We had our whole life in front of us, and we felt as though we could truly accomplish most anything in life!
We really shouldn't get all weird about growing older. After all, the alternative is not so great! Our age is merely the number of years the world has been enjoying us!
In the big picture, it's all good. We are all here on this side of the dirt looking at each other saying, "Who are all these old people?"
Greensburg Salem Class of '69
Photo by Janet Lee
And a great time was had by all!