Calling 1987

I just got back from a run, most of which was spent embroiled in the past. The sound of my footfalls beat out a familiar rhythm, conjuring up images of the cinders on the Liberty High School track. I’m just as slow as I was then (smile), but I think I appreciate it much more now. As I plugged along this morning, I was suddenly aware of my shoulders cocked in the same posture I have run with for years; the one that Frank Nixon termed the “bunny run” when I was in the eighth grade. I can still hear Coach Rictor (was that his name? my goodness it’s been a long time) yelling to me from the sidelines: “Run relaxed, Laura!” I never quite figured out how to do that. For a moment, I expected my sweet running buddy Susan to jog up beside me (Susie-Q, wheeere are you?) We had so much fun together.
My twenty year high school reunion is coming up in a couple of weeks, and I have spent a little time this morning on the Classmates site, catching up with a few familiar faces. I was caught unawares at how interested I was in the lives of these people who I haven’t given a thought to for so long. I felt warm and fuzzy as I read about their happy lives now, looked at pictures of their children and pondered their interests and hobbies. Who would’ve thought?
High school was a happy time for me…though I daresay I was a bit of a party girl. I’ll never forget having to leave Mr. Blagg’s trig class to get rid of the previous night’s debauchery. He sent Marci B. to check on me, concerned. I was very ill, to say the least. Yes, I made some poor choices during that time, but considering what little parental supervision I had, it’s amazing I made it out with so few scars. When I think of all the things my friends and I did, I want to lock my own children up as soon as they hit the teen age years.
Our little group of friends was so special. At the time, I thought our lunch table represented the misfits, but looking back now, I see that we all fit together perfectly. Sigh. You know what I’m going to say next: If only I knew then what I know now. Sometimes I wish I could go back and tell those kids a thing or two. Especially Davy. God, how I miss him sometimes. This world lost someone precious when he left it.
My heart is tender today, remembering old crushes and heartbreaks. I’m looking forward to seeing my old friends. I’ll let you know how it goes.

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