Recently I heard of the plans for my High School’s 40th Reunion. Forty Years since we graduated from school!
My High School graduation picture.
How on earth did that happen? It seems like just yesterday that we were carefree kids on Cape Cod. Going to school September through June and then the summers…the summers on the Cape growing up, were so magical.
In my youth Mom would pack a cooler with sandwiches and soda’s and we had another bag with blankets and towels, and Mom’s latest read.
We would walk down to the beach from our house, a mere five minute walk, and stay the day. As a real little one I took swimming lessons, but God made me a fish, and before I knew it I literally lived in the water until my lips were blue and Mom would pull me out to warm up.
In my teens I worked part time at various things. Baby sitting, as a shoe store clerk, and in a stationary shop. But there was always time for my greatest love. The Ocean.
So, I was thinking about going to this year’s event. I’m not one to spend money on myself, but this is important. I want to see some of these people, and I want to visit my hometown again.
A classmate arranged for descent hotel rooms at one of the local Inns. I snagged a single room, very small, just for me. Having never done anything like this before, I plan to go and do the things I want to do.
There are walks I want to take, a specific drive I want to make and people I want to stop and see. Most of all, I want to take some time, quietly, just for me. Something I never do.