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and to tell the truth, I was not looking forward to it. High school was an unhappy time for me, and I never fit in, partly due to my own personality and interests and partly due to having an overprotective mother who didn't let me do anything. Some of my classmates were downright mean, while others ignored me. A few were nice. A lot of kids were crying after our graduation ceremony back in 1968, but I was elated, happy to have survived that phase of my life.
I didn't know what to expect when I walked into the venue last night, but it was a pleasant surprise. Some people were instantly recognizable while others looked so different that they had seemingly been replaced by ringers with the same name. Everyone who saw me was delighted to see me, and many hugged me. Everyone was talking to everyone else and taking pictures of everyone else. We pored over yearbooks and laughed at what we looked like. I had long conversations with people I hadn't known well in those days. We wondered what had happened to the 12 classmates (out of 225) who had died since graduation. We caught up on what everyone was doing as we ate food from a lavish buffet and drank overpriced drinks.
When the DJ started the playlist of 1960s hits, about half the people there (mostly women, almost no men) flocked to the center of the room and danced.
I had a GREAT time.
As I was dancing amidst the throng I thought back to a topic that the priests at our church are always talking about. "This is what reconciliation feels like."
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