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
over time.

             I climbed the steep stairs,
            recalling (years ago,)
           my friends,
          and enemies,
         the boys I loved,
        the joyful voices,
      music of the 80's,
     polo shirts with the collars up,
    topsiders without socks,
   ridiculous nicknames,
  hopeful dreams,
 youthful skin,
spiky hair.

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)


  1. Lovely! I can attest to the fact that you look exactly the same, still. And thanks again for marrying my brother. Who woulda thought, right?

  2. Hey! Your posts just showed up in my reading list again. I'm glad to see you're back to writing.

    My mom says there's a trace of me at my high school, a brick with my name on it, placed in a pavement years later. I'll probably never see it, and no one else will care. But I get to keep the good experiences with me. And we just keep climbing...

    1. T---I was privatizing (sp?) my blog for a while. My sister, Terresa Wellborn, had such a horrifying experience with a blog hacker/soul destroyer, that is freaked me out. I'm also using a tiny, SLOW Dell laptop that is driving me crazy to work on. I feel more frustration than joy in writing on it. Sigh. Oh well. Hopefully I can get back into the swing of things as summer arrives and I have more patience. ;o) Hope all is well with you guys!