tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729244346034761019.post1044259997360136102..comments2023-06-17T11:28:39.202-04:00Comments on Two Pointy Sticks....and a Heck of a Lot of String: Memories And SuchRooiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855810263415029931noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729244346034761019.post-20136797852632067752008-11-29T15:06:00.000-05:002008-11-29T15:06:00.000-05:00What a coincidence that you wrote this now. This p...What a coincidence that you wrote this now. This post really resonates with me, since I've just returned to Pennsylvania from a four-day visit with my parents, who still live in the town where I grew up in southern Illinois. I get back there only about once a year, and I always feel a strange nostalgia. I didn't maintain friendships with many people from high school (and those with whom I did also moved out of the area), so "going home" doesn't mean catching up with old friends for me. But I do look around at the places I used to know so well, and now I see them through very different eyes. It's hard to imagine/remember quite what it was like to be a child there. <BR/>-<BR/>I also wonder about the people from my past--where they went, what they're doing now. Over the last several months, I've been "friended" on Facebook that people I went to high school with and either didn't keep in touch with or didn't even know then (my graduating class had nearly 600 people in it). It's strange to catch these little glimpses in their lives, via one-line status updates and occasional photos on Facebook. Amazing what the Internet lets us accomplish in terms of social interaction, isn't it?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com