Sifting through the pages of Bink's senior yearbook created a nostalgic feeling for those final years of childhood.
While my high school experience was filled with a tentative anxiety for all things: dances, cliques, girls, and people I didn't know - which was almost everybody.
So, while it's just 4 years of your life, and mine was more uneventful than most, the scribblings on the pages of the yearbook still create a nostalgic remembrance for this small snapshot of a long life.
When opening the weathered pages of my old Buena High School class of '91 yearbook, or any of the others from 6th grade on, I'm greeted with a cornucopia of emotions.
Sometimes, I can't read the scribbles. Sometimes, it's a sarcastic message from an old, trusted friend...
Sometimes it's a short message of goodwill from a face in a few distant memories.
And sometimes it's a message that spawns bigger, blurry memories of times gone by.
Those last and precious few years of youth.
Most people enter your life for a short while, and leave, never to be seen or heard from again. When I think about it, it's sad. In these cases, you never know the beautiful or sad lives old acquaintances are living.
Ever.
It's as if the are off the face of the earth.
Life is so rich with both pleasure and pain, and I'll never know how it turns out for the people writing the scribbles in my old year books, along with their faded pictures from long ago.
Most relationships end. Most people are never to be seen again.
What would it have been like? What could have been?