The Lost Decade

10 years is a long time, a lot can happen, people grow older, get married, have children and ultimately change. 10 years ago on June 3, 2003 I crossed over into “adulthood”, I graduated from high school and was ready to venture out into the world on my own. (Well not really, a year prior to graduation I’d enlisted into the Army) Never the less I had completed one of the most crucial stages of my life was ready to begin another.

Fast forward to present day, 10 years later, where has the time gone? Is it really time for my senior class’ 10 year reunion? It seemed as if just yesterday I was in the “hub” of my high school shooting the breeze with my friends. I began to recollect the last 10 years and memories on top of memories flooded the banks of my mind. For nearly nine of those I have been a mother (that’s a given). For four of them I was a soldier, by far those four years were some of the most dramatic of the 10 years I must admit.


Unites States Army Basic Training June 27, 2003

Somewhere in that decade I worked and went to school full-time, I also made some life long connections as well as some seasonal ones.

I tried to remember all the faces and places I’d seen within those years. The faces of my lost loved ones brought tears to my eyes almost as quickly as the thought of them brought a smile to my heart. I was reminded of relationships gone sour and friendships that were dissolved. Sometimes all the memories run together and become a blur in time. I questioned all the things I once said I wanted to do and accomplish before attending my reunion.

I told myself by the time my reunion rolled around I would be married to my high school sweetheart, a successful attorney and have a couple of children. I even wrote these things in the back of my senior book. Remember the movie “Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion”? Two women pretending to be something they were not just to impress people they had not seen in years. (I think high school is designed to be horrible and dramatic)  I refuse to make the thoughts of what if, I should have, and why didn’t I force me into questioning myself. I tossed around the idea of not attending at all, but that would be taking the easy way out. I am proud of the woman I have transformed into.


McCluer High School Senior Prom, May 10, 2003

A lot can happen in 10 years, that is a long time. People will change, grow up and have children, and a lot of the ideas of a high school senior will be put on hold by adulthood. I am mature enough to admit that while I may not be where I want to be since crossing over into adulthood I have accomplished plenty. I look forward to my reunion in September, I’ve even signed on to help the planning committee.

What is it about a 10 year class reunion that makes us all crazy? These are still the same people in your yearbook only aged progressed.

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