So you know that itch I've been having?

I was contacted this week from some very very old classmates from my grammar school about a 25 year reunion coming this October.

All of a sudden, repressed memories buried deep inside my psyche suddenly gripped my conscious mind ...

• freeze tag.
• kickball.
• dodgeball ... the real dodgeball. None of that movie crap.
• school uniforms ... maroon sweater, white collar shirt, and blue corduroy pants.
• afterschool basketball practice.
• being an altar boy ... the bread was good but the wine was better.
• my eighth grade teacher, Mrs. O'Reilly ... terror.
• my third grade teacher, Sister Michael ... compassion.
• choir practice.
• memorizing prayers.
• damn cliques ... yeah it was stupid.
• one afterschool fight ... which was kinda lame anyways.
• guitar lessons.
• taking public transportation ... it was 5¢ back then for one person.

And more to come!