Twenty Five Feels Like Twelve

Growing up it seemed Christmas Day came around every two years, now that I am older it feels like six months passes before it shows up again. It just proves time flies even if you are not having fun. I haven’t tried staring at the clock to slow time down but maybe I should.

Currently I am in the process of coordinating a twenty-five year grammar school reunion along with a couple of other graduates. I recently had lunch with a former grad to discuss the details of making this a special event. During our conversations we couldn’t stop laughing about some of the fun times we had. We also looked at class pictures I had dug up to see how each of us matured over the years. I could only imagine how hard we would laugh when we get more people together to discuss the years of our youth.

Once grammar school ended then came high school in which case I had the pleasure of spending another four years with some of my grammar school friends. Then came college and as nature took her course we went our separate ways. Occasionally I would run into some of my friends from grammar school and we would reminisce about the younger days. As I go through the list making calls to my former graduates I am getting a positive response to the idea of getting the class of 1985 back in the same room for a gathering of some vintage memories. Preparing for the reunion just confirms how fast time flies. Twenty-five years feels like it was only twelve.