Circa 1980 - I still remember the soft grey shirt and the rock necklace that I wore. I remember feathering my hair the night before and hoping every strand would stay in place for yearbook pictures the next day. I remember the plastic framed glasses. But that's about all I remember about this girl who I used to be.
I stare at her, at me, and I try to remember my 15 year old self. I wish I can remember a little more about who I was. What things did I think about? What were my dreams and wishes? What were my worries and fears? Time has a strange way of erasing from my memory the girl I was back then. But maybe that's not entirely a bad thing. This year is my 40th class reunion, and though our graduating class was small, name tags are not out of the question (iykyk ). We are not the same people we were back then. Life has a way of changing us into the individuals we are today. And that's not an entirely bad thing. #ThrowbackThursday #whosthatgirl #yearbookphoto #80snostalgia #nametagplease #ClassOf83 #kansasgirl #thatwasthenthisisnow
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