My thirty-year class reunion was much better than I expected.
I was an awkward teenager with a mouth that ran faster than my brain. I remember sitting at a table of girls in the high school library and saying something odd - per my quirky sarcastic sense of humor. The entire conversation stopped and en masse they all got up and walked away, leaving me sitting there like the odd man out I have always been.
At cheerleading try outs, two teams were picked. One for basketball and one for football. I was the only candidate not picked for either team.
As a senior, I was so bad at Volleyball (my chosen sport) that my playing on the varsity team would have been disastrous. They couldn't push me back to JV because I was a senior. SO they asked me to be equipment manager rather than kick me off the team. That way I could still get my letter, but they didn't have to put me on the court. OK...fine...yet - Odd man out.
Yesterday, we were adults; some of us were intoxicated loud adults, but adults nevertheless. Life has a way of softening your edges and changing your perspective. Each one had something about them now that I admire.
The traveling some have done! The careers of making a difference in this world! The awkward farm boy who is now the parent of a Downs child and did an incredible job of caring for that child during the reunion!
The beautiful grandchildren.
Oh, yes, I imagine there are skeletons and some of the stories are tough. But we made it through. We grew up into a FINE bunch of people.
And it only took 30 years. :D