In May of 1993, a group of big-haired, big-headed, life-lovin' kids walked down the isle to pomp and circumstance to leave behind all that they knew. It was time to spread our wings and leave behind the easiest days of our lives.
And that was twenty years ago.
WHA? Did I say TWEN-TY?
Yes, I have been out of high school for twenty years, and THAT is just straight up ridiculous.
Never one to miss a good time, I loaded myself up for a whirlwind trip home so I could go hang out with people who knew a very different Gretchen.
I went to a very small private school, and when I say small, I mean small.
My graduating class was a grand whopping total of....28 kids! Which was actually a big class for GCHS, my sister graduated in class of 13, so 28 was massive.
So when you see this picture of a mere 10 people it might seem sort of sad, but to me it feels like home.
I went to school with two of these girls all the way through K-12, and the rest of us all joined together by seventh grade.
These two I've known since kindergarten...
And although we are all approaching forty, have careers, kids, and mortgages, get us together and suddenly we are back....
Uncontrollable laughter, giggles, whispers and all.
I'm sad we were missing 18 of us
I'm so glad that I didn't miss it.
It was a fun night of reminiscing, catching up, and capturing if even for just a few minutes, those old class of '93 feelings.
And now I will sign off with our infamous class saying.....
We are sexy, we are free, we're the class of '93.