Okay, it was my FIFTIETH, okay??? Happy???? I was like, “I graduated in ’68, and it’s been 50 years, and I am 68. That’s like magic.” No, that’s like I graduated when I was 18. I was okay at math, but it was 1968, okay? ‘Nuff said.
ANYWAY, there was an open house at the old school, and #4 Daughter, the amazing Sara Marian, wanted to go, ’cause she’s all kinds of amazing like that.
I got there first, and approached this very familiar sight.
Oh, wait! Here’s the patch of grass where my writing/drama buddies and I stood every morning and talked about writing and acting while we waited for the doors to open. Fond memories. Truly fond memories.
Okay, so here’s a gallery of pictures (with captions) and some more doors.
And so we bid a fond farewell to our dear old Alma Mater.
A WRITING PROMPT BASED ON MY POST: Send your main character back to a place in their past. Do they remember it at all? With what (if any) emotions?