And you are? Really? You haven't changed (much)!
Collecting my old mate, we sped the hundred miles to the school reunion. Having both been there from age 7 to 17, it was our first such event.
It was good chatting to Pete; I hadn't seen him for 10 years. Just like yesterday.
There, nestling next to the finest cathedral in Britain, was the old school. He'd been a cathedral chorister; I'd been a swot. Memories, all good, rushing back. Lunch was lively; chatting, chortling.
On the drive back realised we must have got the wrong year. Names were familiar, but couldn't be our year. They looked so old!
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
- Tags: School reunion. Names unchanged. Punishment :1000 lines...on the face.
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shaun almost 8 years ago
Wonderful testimony to how time travels slower behind the eyes.
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Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
Infrastructure unchanged, inside unchanged. It rather threw me though that Pete looked so youthful and, from the inside, I mirrored this! :-) Although....one of the wives did question if we weren't from a much later year. Bingo!
