The Reunion

Life is about taking a day a time; however, when we are young, we think time will disappear from our hands like running water.   Today my junior high group had a reunion. It has been about 22 years since we shared a space, and I am pleasantly surprised to find out that we haven’t changed much.  I studied junior high in La Paz B. C. S., a little piece of heaven, beaches, the sun and the dancing palm trees where time seems to have been stopped.  My friends created a group and took the time to find most of us from all around, even the ones who are out of town, to take part of the gathering through a What’s Up group.  They are sending us, the out  of town ones, current pictures of what is going on at the reunion.  I look at them and I remember their nicknames, their vices, and my own.  It was not too long ago when I was a master to ditch classes, Gerardo was my boyfriend, and Amor, who is now an instructor in a gym, was a tiny little girl who ran around chasing everyone with coursing words.   Like her in those days, we were running to adulthood and now here we are, embedded in nostalgic school tales.