“I hope someone remembers me.”
I just received an invitation to my 30th high school class reunion. I did not graduate from that high school. I grew up with all of them until we moved in 7th grade. So I was surprised when I got the email inviting me to come. At first I was excited, then became nervous. I haven’t seen these people since 7th grade. Will I remember them?
Over the years I have wondered where some were at, searching on Facebook and Classmates. A time or two I have even dug out the old yearbooks and reminisced awhile…playing kickball in the street beside our house, the miles we put on our bikes riding around the neighborhood and then farther (not sure my mom knew about those times), walking to and from school with friends, a stolen kiss in the coat closet, being one of the fastest runners in the school, collecting a half a million bottle caps. Not all my memories of grade school were pleasant ones…I was always the last to be picked for teams at recess, the nickname one boy gave me, the slumber party I left early from.
Thanks to technology I was able to open up the class page on Facebook and see who had RSVP they would be attending. Some names I knew, some I did not. One RSVP post said “I hope someone remembers me.” That really got me thinking. I wondered what school memories this person had.
Should I go? What will it be like seeing some of them again? I realized that I do not know these people anymore. And while the reunion would give me chance to reconnect with a few of them…Would they remember me???