It was a time of giggles--high school, hip huggers, bell bottoms, saddle shoes, hair flipped, and getting drivers' licenses. Once you turned 16, the day you got your driver's license, you went and picked up your friends to go for a ride, usually to the beach.
Not so today. Drivers under 18, can't drive without an adult. Boo Hoo! That takes all the fun out of it. You can't drive your own car to school--how humiliating!
Those were the good memories: cars filled with laughter, weekends with friends--hopes shared and dreams expressed, before high school graduation scattered us all.
How that all happened is more or less a blur. Boyfriends, graduations, finances, new friends, jobs, marriages, baby showers, children...whew! What happened?
I remember a class reunion, I think. I remember Christmas cards with pictures and quick notes, to keep in touch. Would we recognize each other if we met now? I guess so, actually, I know so, thanks to Facebook. We've reconnected.
Once we pass the lined faces, laugh wrinkles, grey and white hair, there you are, and you, and you... The gang's all here.
Really, just the same. Maybe better than before. The love and support are still there. The sparkle in our eyes still blink out. Blinking an invitation, "Let's go for a ride. Let's go to the beach."
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