Ten Years Ago

Last night I received a phone call from someone that I have not spoken with in ten years. It was a classmate of mine from high school calling to tell me about the ten year reunion coming this fall. Of course I knew that they would find me. All that they had to do was call my parents who have been at the same house for the past thirteen years. Even though I may have moved around in the past decade, they have stayed in one place.

I know that a few years ago I would said that I was not going, but now I want to go. Curiosity is a powerful force and I want to know what happened to a few people. It was a small town high school, which meant that everyone knew what everyone else was doing. So I imagine for some people they already know what happened to everybody, because they still see them. I, however, have not set foot in that town in years.

The five year reunion was too soon for me. I wasn't out of college for very long and didn't really have any desire to go. Very little had changed in my life. I was struggling if anything. I still kept in touch with about six or seven people from high school, but that was mainly telephone calls. It wasn't as though we actively saw one another.

I think that I look the same as I did ten years ago. True, I no longer have the body of an eighteen year old. Plus a decade of drinking beer does not do kind things. There is still defintion in my stomach, but my sides are a little loose.

Ten years. Two more years and I'll be entering my thirties.