"We never spoke in high school and she once started a rumor about me having herpes - why is she sending me a friend request?"
"So...uh, what have you been doing for the last 24 years?"
And then the Facebook netiquette angst hits. Should you accept just to be polite? If you ignore the request, will she then slag you to other FB friends? Blurgh!
In spring 2008, I received a request from a friend I've known since elementary school. I accepted. She then managed to track down a few other names from St. Ignatius, and we quickly established a small circle of friends.
"So...uh, what have you been doing for the last 24 years?"This small circle of friends has given me a great amount of pleasure over the last year. We've had some great weekend trips, helped each other through tough times, and shared many a beautiful meal together.
I never would have imagined that one day I would find these friends again. That we would have common interests and experiences, common musical tastes and a common sense of humour.
I never would have imagined that one day I would find these friends again. That we would have common interests and experiences, common musical tastes and a common sense of humour.
Recently, we had dinner at the house of M., who still lives around the corner from our old school. After dinner, we strolled over to see how it had changed since it was converted to an adult education centre.
The trees had grown much taller. The concrete was more cracked. The windows were no longer filled with cut-out butterflies and leaves. But the one impression that touched us the most was how small the schoolyard now seemed.
It seemed vast and endless as a child. White lines delineating the territory according to grade. The seemingly long distance to cover while playing British Bulldog. It used to be this huge universe that scared us and thrilled us, and now it could be crossed with just a few long strides.
It seemed vast and endless as a child. White lines delineating the territory according to grade. The seemingly long distance to cover while playing British Bulldog. It used to be this huge universe that scared us and thrilled us, and now it could be crossed with just a few long strides.
Past and present compressed in one moment. We pulled our sweaters closed as an icy breeze lifted from the soccer field. Memories of childhood flooded in and quite suddenly, I wished I had a taut red dodgeball.
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