I've been ignoring those boxes in the garage. The ones my parents delivered a year ago. I suppose after being away from home for 20 years I should take possession of my memories. I never brought them inside the house because that would signify that they are a part of my current life. I just wasn't able to take the time from my life now to look at where I came from.
Here we are, the night before my trip back home. With a 20th reunion this weekend I suppose it's time to break open the boxes. I dug through tons of play programs and misc. items to find some of my annuals and a few photos. Good grief I need to scrapbook this stuff. It's cool to browse through. I was so naive. I had no idea what life was ahead of me.
I'm looking forward to this weekend. Really, I have nothing to prove though some high school phobias do come rushing back. I hope this is a time to reconnect with old friends and a old place in time.