Going to my 20th high school reunion.
First off, 20? How did that happen? It can’t possibly have been that long ago.
Second, high school? That was like a whole different lifetime.
When I think back to college, I can see how I got from there to here. But high school feels like something that happened to someone else. I can’t call up the mindset that I had then (good thing I don’t write much contemporary YA). The things I worried about seem completely alien. Sure, there are signs of the person I’ve become–I liked to read, I took an extra year of physics, I couldn’t fit all the classes I wanted to take into my schedule–but I’m not sure the 15- or even 17-year-old me would recognize the life I have now (and I don’t mean the Internet and smartphones).
So I’m kind of sad to not be going. It’d be like a little bit like time travel.