Recently, I was eating breakfast and two men were at a table nearby discussing their high school baseball team. They were quite loud in the retelling of their team's victories, laughing in stories of specific players and coaches' antics. One of them, in particular, was boasting quite a bit about how much better their team had been than the current team is. I briefly glanced over, but only noticed their t-shirts, blue jeans and ball caps. It wasn't a long enough look to determine their ages; however, from the detail of their stories, I assumed they had only recently graduated and were probably students at the local university.
That is, until one of them mentioned that he graduated in 1986! I nearly choked on my Diet Coke! These guys were even older than me! Twenty-five years later, and these were the accomplishments they were still reveling in. The glory days of high school...
I started to reflect on my high school years. Were those really the good old days? Let me think...I could eat a Snickers and Mt. Dew for breakfast every day and still be a size 3. Plus. My hair could maintain its style in an F5 tornado (yay, Aquanet!). Not a plus. My '79 Cutlass used as much oil as it did gas. Definitely not a plus. Between that car and my hairspray, I was probably responsible for much of the ozone depletion (sorry, Al Gore!). Tears were spilled over relationships that lasted only two weeks. Friendships ended over rumors and petty squabbles. Brain cells were killed...I won't go into the details.
No, overall, I think I'm sticking to my original story. Life begins at forty.
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