Thinking back, old school
Something dawned upon me the other day while I was watching my old high school being torn down. I was flooded with memories, all of them good. In the end, I don't know if all the memories in that old building were completely dependent on the building. The memories I had were of one thing: high school. They just happened there. I was excited for the future thinking that they were going to put up a new home for memories ... my kids' memories.
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