<![CDATA[Strange Days, School Days]]>I have moved 21 times in my life. That’s a lot of throwing out, packing and unpacking. That’s a lot of things &  friends lost and forgotten along the way.  And yet I still have these.  I came across them tucked into my desk drawer in a little clear plastic bag.  Why do I still have these?  What did they represent to me at the time? Friendship?  Popularity?  And why am I still holding on to them?  Do kids even do this anymore?  Where are these folks now?  Why didn’t we, “stay friends forever”?  Do they blog?

You can’t find this many WINGS at an airport!

Here are a few of my favorite backs of the photos:

I dated that first guy, Mike, and his brother.  I won’t tell you which two they are up there, but they are there!  Hint, they are the CUTE ones.

And now for a completely self-indulgent splattering of ME!

Not even going to analyze.  But I know you caught the wisps!!! edit – did I post 12 photos of myself?  Just checking.

I was just getting ready to type, “I’d kill a goat to be that thin again.” when my little one came over to the computer, pointed and said, “Momma!”.  Goat saved, child kissed and photos tucked away again into my drawer.

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