20 Already? Where did the years go?

Yep, it has come. It is now the year for my 20th high school reunion. Wow, when the invitation came in the mail I was startled. I mean I can do the math. I knew it had be 20 years, but really? 20 years. I remember when... I drove a '78 Chevy Luv truck, had real big hair, wore crop tops, went to the games, stayed out way past curfew, wore keds without laces and pegged my pants.

Class of 1988 - Elk Grove High School - See what I mean about the big hair?

To make my musing more extreme, I remembered going with my parents to their 20th reunions. I also remember thinking that they were, well... OLD. I am not old. I mean, I haven't even finished growing up yet, right?

My dad's 20th reunion picture (really they weren't old!)

Needless to say, I am skipping out and not attending my reunion. Costs are too high. However, I will send in my updated information so that everyone will be able learn what I am up to these days. Now I will set my shoulders back, stand tall and remember, I am NOT old!

Kym