A Walk To Remember
The walk that is worth remembering for me is not that tread at my wedding...(I am yet to have one!) but rather, it is the one walked alongside my friends, as we made that solemn trip down the aisle that marked our becoming...
...The becoming of giggly thirteen-year-olds as they mature to a more astute sweet sixteen...but still young enough to get away with stupid childish pranks.
...The becoming of a set of friends, each one unique in their own right, yet each one jiving as that of the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, all that fit perfectly into one.
...The becoming of young minds as they realize that high school does not last forever.
...The becoming of young hearts as they realize that they may not end up with their high school sweetheart in matrimony.
...The becoming of young souls, eager and anxious at what awaits them beyond the gates of their high school.
Yes. Each one of us is marked by a specific time in the span of our lives that meant the greatest to us. I, for one, feel that there is more than one specific time. Nonetheless, strolling through the now empty corridors of my high school, her noisy students finally away for the summer, brought me back to the days where fun was had even without beer or liquor (even though we acted like we’ve been drinking most of the time, lol!), and we were intoxicated in our own adolescent euphoria; that we were young...and we were in the company of true friends.
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Posted by: 'steve' | January 6, 2008 08:02 PM