I spoke with a friend of mine last night. He and I met in the 5th grade. As we were talking, I was doing the math in my head. We were 10 years old when we met, we’re 35 now….
“Do you realize we’ve been friends for 25 years?!?!?”, I exclaimed into the phone.
My friend T always has the inital response of laughing at me, but then he said,
“We’re old. Our 20 year is coming up, you know.”
I think this struck me differently this time because I have an 8-year-old. I was only 2 years older than her when we met. It blows my mind.
T and I lost track of each other after my wedding. I had heard his parents moved away from our hometown, so when I couldn’t find him at his last known location in Nebraska, I testing my Internet search skills to see if I could find him. It isn’t hard to find someone who’s father is a minister. I discovered that his parents were back in Oregon. A quick email to his mom, and we were reconnected. We hooked up on My Space as well…and we’ve seen each other a couple of times when he has been in town visiting the folks.
What did people do before the Internet? I look at the people I’ve connected with on Facebook, and it’s a virtual class reunion online. I am connected to about 12 classmates that graduated from high school with me. I am seeing pictures of them, their kids, and seeing a glimpse into the person they have become. We exchange little messages – oh and ahh over each others’ kids – and play a little “remember when” with each other. It will be interesting to see how this shapes our 20 year reunion. Will it be the face-to-face meeting of old friends….or will it be odd?
Regardless, the fact I’m even thinking about the 20 year reunion makes me feel like time has passed too quickly.
