The ten year high school reunion

I turned twenty nine on the same day as my ten year high school reunion. Fit, confident, and still pretty good at math; financially successful and madly in love with my beautiful wife. With the big three-oh looming on the horizon, we were even finally starting to think about kids.

But no matter how much time passed, and no matter how drastically my life changed, memories of my senior year never felt too distant.

Me, Elizabeth, Amy, Corrine, Talia, Stephanie— it had been years since all of us had managed to get together in the same place at the same time. Spread out and living our separate lives, it was tough to coordinate. But we all vowed to be there for our school reunion. The fact that it was also my birthday made the gathering that much more important. Even Amy, who typically spent every free minute with her four-year-old son, asked her father to babysit for the weekend so she could see the rest of us.

One by one, everyone arrived, and the six of us fell into easy conversation, chatting and joking around as though we were still back in high school; as though the past ten years had never even happened.