50 Years Later
… The "nice" wall flower.
A few days ago, I went to my 50th high school reunion.
I’m still not sure why I went. I didn’t really know many people then, and I certainly don’t know them now. If it weren’t for the name tags with our graduation photos from 50 years ago, I would have been left swimming in a sea of strange faces.
This is me in high school:
