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Ten Years

My good friends’ son, Elijah, on my shoulders for a better view. He was fascinated with the thunder and lightning.

This is actually my third draft writing this, because I’m having a hard time putting all of these feelings into words. I don’t really have much to say about my ten year high school reunion, except it was similar to prom in the sense that you go in with expectations that are crushed underfoot by the events as they unfolded. It was not an unpleasant experience by any stretch, in fact, it was a lot like high school in a weekend capsule: periods of awkwardness followed by elation and a sense of wonderment.

I think you have to be in a pretty good place in your life to even want to come to one of these. There were many children, many people with advanced degrees, many people living on the west coast. There was some baldness. There were some surprises. I reverted back to my old angry-for-no-reason high school self for a short time, until my wife showed up and seeing her in that context made me realize just how much different I am now. I snapped out of it pretty quickly.

I’m keeping it brief on this one, because it is a chapter of my life that is long since closed. Plus, sharing a child’s first experience with a thunderstorm is just too cool to describe.

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