“I feel like I have been in Back to the Future this weekend.” One of my high school classmates posted that in her status. It was our 25th high school reunion. Parkway Central Colts – Class of 1984. (Always hated that mascot. But, that is another post.)
I have never attended any of the previous reunions. I don’t have a lot of fond memories when I think back to high school. It is one of those periods of my life when, sure there were good events, but mostly I remember going to school, then coming home. Not much of a life outside of school. A few friends. Definitely not considered popular.
But, this year felt different. My good friend had attended the 20th reunion and reported back that it was a good time. Still, she was much more popular than I was. When I heard the 25th was scheduled, I was absolutely not going to attend. Why relive that time? It had been 25 years since I had seen ANY of them. Why go back?
But, then, Facebook entered the equation. Slowly, I started to see people from high school that brought back GOOD memories. Now, it’s not like I was ready to pick up the phone and call any of these people. That’s the great thing about Facebook. You can just write, “Wow! You look exactly the same! I loved looking at your photos!” and that’s the end of the communication. But, still, the wall that had been separating you for 25 years now has a small crack in it.
The closer it got to the day, the more attending it entered my mind. And, the night before the informal get-together was to occur, I mentioned to Tom that I was 70% interested in going. His response: “That’s a heck of a change from ZERO!” I nodded. Admitted that Facebook had made me think about it more. Then, he asked the big question. “Do you want me to go too?” I quickly responded that I wouldn’t do that to him. He let out a big sigh of relief.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to take him. I did. I am so proud of him. I would have loved to have shown him off. He’s amazing! I just knew that he would have a horrible time. And, I’d be worried about him having a horrible time. I was worried enough about myself having a good time.
I posted the status on Facebook: “To attend or not attend. That is the question.” Nothing else. Just that. Several fellow alumni figured out I was talking about the reunion. I was encouraged by all to attend. Now that I knew more than two people that were going, I was even more intrigued. I sent a message to my friend from both high school and church and asked what time she was going. (I had heard two separate start times.) She told me and said she expected to see me there. That was it. I was going.
You know how Back to the Future had three movies? Well, this topic is going to be divided up that way too. In bites you can actually swallow. So tune in tomorrow for Part 2. 🙂