Reunion Survivors

My flash-back in time to 1987 was a wild trip. While 80's music filled the air, familiar faces (and not so familiar ones) took me on a journey to a different era when hair was permed and big, shoulder pads and leggings were hot and Madonna and "The Bangles" were our idols. As I made my way through the crowd, comparing name tags to faces and stopping along the way to hug and chat with an old friend, I realized something: we all grew up! No one had pimples on their faces, braces on their teeth or felt self- conscience that they didn't fit in. We all fit in. The women that I shared childhood with had grown to be beautiful and confident with careers and motherhood under their belts. The guys weren't the boys I remembered but men with pot-bellies, facial hair and (some) bald or grey heads with all of life's experiences written on their faces. I love the grown-ups we had all become!

I wasn't sure what to expect or anticipate, but I left the reunion feeling very thankful that I went. I realized that I had many more good memories than bad. And as I laughed with the friends I shared the 80's with, I realized that we all have a commonality that will forever bind us together....memories. Thanks, class of 1987, for the good times. Go Trojans!