tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681037426604211309.post7316414073901961662..comments2023-05-12T06:37:00.969-07:00Comments on Recollected Life: The last echo of the last week of the last year of schoolStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04163649031423865626noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681037426604211309.post-34918618288454434972007-06-07T10:26:00.000-07:002007-06-07T10:26:00.000-07:00Like Francesca, this brings back a lot of memories...Like Francesca, this brings back a lot of memories, particularly since my high school reunion was held last year. ( I did not go, but I did entertain the idea of going.) I do remember thinking that "high school" was going to be something special, something wonderful ... a huge break into "adultness". Although I did not know it, it was an important time to learn that one's fantasies do not Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681037426604211309.post-31546530107276559162007-05-31T13:30:00.000-07:002007-05-31T13:30:00.000-07:00Whoa -- I had the exact same reaction (and physic...Whoa -- I had the <I><B> exact</B></I> same reaction (and physical proximity) to the Rose Parade in Pasadena! I grew up in a town WEST of Pasadena.....naturally, they select the additional princesses for that parade from towns EAST of Pasadena.<BR/><BR/>The only chance I had to be in the Rose Parade was to march in it as a member of the home town high school band......and my sophomore year was Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com