Battle Scars
This weekend was my 35th high school reunion. I'm going to completely skip over the whole 35th part (because HOLY CRAP, that's why) and tell you about a few things I realized this weekend. 1. No matter how much it hurts to stand up, bend over, climb stairs, etc, we will all always be 18-years-old at heart. 2. There is nothing like laughing with people who have known you for 40 years. Truly. 3. Our memories suck. And our memories are amazing. Sometimes both within minutes. 4. Not a one of us got out of high school unscathed. We all bear some battle scars (some bigger than others). Last night, while we were talking about people we hadn't seen in a long time, someone mentioned a kid from our class. I remembered this kid; he was small and quiet, smart and generally nice. I don't remember anything else really significant about him and I don't recall noticing that he had a difficult time in school. But the person who mentioned him said she'd seen his mothe