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Interesting thread. When I graduated from here, I went to college for a year and then joined the Navy. I wasn't even going to come back to this little one horse town ever again. I was a band kid and a Boy Scout, both on the lower end of the social ladder in high school.
My graduating class ran to about 110 kids. 5 years later they sent invitations for a class reunion. I had no intentions of wasting my time but my best friend from high school urged me to go. It was pretty interesting. I had actually left the river valley and travelled more than 100 miles from home. I had seen other countries and lived on the other side of the world. The majority of the folks there had rarely left the state, and many of them had not left town. They considered a trip to Dallas, about 240 miles, to be a major trip.
I enjoyed that reunion and every one since then. Part of it may be because I just said to hell with it and went with the idea that I was as good as anyone there. I flirted with the girls that used to be stuck up, I kidded the jocks that now worked at the farm store, or sold used cars. And I sat with the girls that were friends of mine in the band and that were not cheerleaders and, amazingly enough, many of them had blossomed into beautiful women with personalities and everything. Much more interesting than the cheerleaders.
Several of the guys, that weren't jocks or anything, were into computers and the stock market, owned their own companies, and were the same old good guys they were back in the day.
My point is all this is, the reunion was what I made it to be instead of just going and letting it be what I expected.
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