"The Goddess Award" from The Everyday Goddess
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
A Blast From My Past
I sat in the parking lot for a while,
eyes closed, remembering . . .
football games, fire drills, the spaces
that used to exist
where buildings now sit.
I wondered if there was any trace of me,
of us, the class of '88
The building, still squat and square,
still concrete grey
with a splash of color across the top,
sat as it always had.
Patiently allowing thousands of students
to walk in and out of its halls
I climbed the steep stairs,
recalling (years ago,)
the boys I loved,
the joyful voices,
music of the 80's,
polo shirts with the collars up,
topsiders without socks,
I remembered. I paused. I sighed.
I continued to climb.
Copyright 2012 Corrina L. Terry
Photo: Courtesy of Chaparral High School
I attended a training at my former high school this morning. It was bittersweet. The school was cleaner and happier looking than I had seen it in years (thanks to a new principal), but my memories tugged me backward.
I miss my easy friendships of those days. They were some of the most wonderful people! I miss having my entire life in front of me, not knowing the disappointments, deaths, and sorrows yet. I miss being free from the debts and responsibilities of adulthood.
But then I watched a boy come in late, baseball hat in hand, head bowed, asking for a pass to class (he was tardy), and I thought, "Phewy! I'm glad to be my age! I'm glad to know what I'm good at and what I'm not."
I love, love, love my hubby and sons. Life without them would be so lonely and boring! I love having some responsibility and living up to it----it's like a good run---stretches your legs, gives you a bounce in your step, yet keeps ya winded.
I do miss my younger, youthful, wrinkle-free skin though. ;o)