Long Time

Getting ready to move. Packing up things. Looking through old memories embedded in stacks of papers. I come across things half forgotten. High School. Years I tend to repress. Never liked it too much back then. Still don't think fondly of it. Don't think of it at all really. But Ifind some old newspapers. Back when I wrote for the school paper. Badly I might add. I was an editor and a half assed reporter. Papers aren't my gig. I write reviews, opinions. I don't ask questions well and I don't like to talk to people. It's amazing how much I've grown since then. In a lot of ways. And now there's this pesky ten year reunion coming up. I don't intend to attend it, yet I am curious. Mostly because it's been so long and I wonder how the time got away. Weird that I somehow grew up. I don't know how or when, but it happened. In so many ways it's as if I'm only ten. Like I was born out of the ashes of high school, at the ripe old age of eighteen. And boy did I look like a kid. No wonder high schoolers don't get any. Looking back is like looking at another life. Foreign, yet familiar. Crazy.