I have a confession to make. I didn't take my camera to my class reunion. I just didn't want to deal with it.Instead, my friends and I danced and danced and danced.
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3 comments:
No obligations, no pressure, just pure fun.
When I read your previous post it got me to thinking about the reunion I had been to and I realised I hadn't taken a camera with me then and don't have photos. However it doesn't matter as I still have the memories in my head.
As long as you enjoyed yourself, that is the important thing.
When I went to my reunion I found the girls still looked the same and it was so easy to recognise them, but.... oh, the boys, how they had changed, they looked so much older than us females, some were balding, and very few had aged well, it was difficult to work out who was who.
I missed my 50th high school reunion but after looking at some posted photos, I thought, like you, that the girls I recognize, the boys I don't have a clue!
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