"Memories... Misty, water-colored memories...of the way we were!"

I remember the dances, the basketball games, the teachers... the classmates... and the feeling of walking through the hallways as an adult, when my own daughters went there, like going back in time! There will always be the memories and stories of love won, love lost... standing out on the hill during the bomb scares... Mr. Smith's (Principal) 10 lb finger to the breastbone when he talked to someone in the "Solitary" room, accross from the office or cutting his fingernails with a jack knife (For those of you who never got in trouble, I'll fill you in on it, sometime!

)... and all those crazy, wacky (Some in a good way, others...well...) teachers that helped make us who we are today!