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I went to my high school’s 50th reunion. It was the first time I’ve been to one of these. I wasn’t going to go, but a couple of friends said they were going and I hadn’t seen them in years, so I signed up. My friends had to cancel at the last minute, but I went anyway. I didn’t know anybody. My class was about 1,100 people so I wasn’t completely surprised to confront a bunch of strangers. There were over 200 people there, including some spouses who tagged along. I had dreaded going ever since my friends cancelled, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. A lot of people wanted to go back in time and acted 18 again. Not me. I don’t want to be a confused insincere kid again. 🙂 There was memorabilia which was fun to look at and I struck up some conversations with people. I was glad my wife came with me. She talked more than I did, but I’ve always been the quieter one of our pair. Maybe I will go to the next one, 75th? Maybe not.