One of my best friends (there were only two) from my senior year of high school tracked me down over the weekend. I had wondered about her for years. She’s back in Maine, although she lived in Maryland (Annapolis) same time as me around 1990.
She emailed this page from her yearbook. I’m sorry to admit mine is long gone. Apparently, I wrote the poem on the page. Not that I remember. It’s good to catch up, and I want to keep in contact. I’ve changed a lot since age 17. Even I don’t recognize me.
I wanted to stay 17 forever. Be careful what you wish for, you might not get it.