|Me on my first day of high-school.|
Look at those knobbly knees!
|I was in year 9 here.|
I was one of the rejects at school, which suited me because most of the more popular kids weren't particularly nice to me anyway, and I had no intention of acting like them to fit in. So, a high-school reunion to me is somewhat like fingernails down a blackboard. The only other people I would like to catch up with were the other rejects I hung around with at school, and they, like me, probably aren't interested in going to the reunion for the same reasons.
And while we are on the subject of past history, I'm throwing a New Year's party with the theme of "Regression" where we are supposed to dress up from an time in our own life. I suppose I could come dressed up in my school uniform, but perhaps I may just come dressed as a toddler.
I'll have to check if mum can still make me a little smock dress like she did when I was three. Now all I need is a giant lollipop.