If I reached out to old elementary school friends, would any of them reach back? Probably not, and it would be weird to reach out to them after all.
I didn't grow up in Bloomington during my early years, so if anyone outside of my family knew any of them I would be greatly surprised. If I somehow ran in to them today, that would be a tale to tell.
From Shiloh Elementary where I spent Kindergarten, I remember Tiffany Morris. She was my first crush that I could remember. She was blonde, and liked me back. I remember hanging out with her in class a lot. I had the afternoon class at the school.
My mother helped deliver Avon catalogs and roped us kids in to taking them to people's doors. We went down the end of a cul-de-sac and ran in to her outside of school. It must have been the summer time, because I vaguely recall us talking about being in first grade together. We talked standing across from each other and held both our outstretched hands together. We had to say our good byes and that was the last time I ever saw her since I moved to a different town the next school year.
Jump ship to Fairview Heights. That was a small stretch of time living on Lincoln Highway. The memories.
I went to elementary school from 1st until a few weeks in to the 6th grade at William Holiday. I realize now that was almost 30 years ago. I am old.
Some big friends from that time are countless. I wish I could go through a yearbook and just veg out on trying to see how everyone turned out. But how would I know it really is them?
Fast forward to 6th grade spent at Jefferson Elementary in Belleville Illinois. It was one year there with lots of new friend making. I then moved on to junior high at West for 9 weeks, then the move to Bloomington happened. And yes, starting out in a new junior high is just as much fun as it sounds with the awkward kids and puberty and all that is junior high.
I don't have anyone to reach out to who shares the memories of my time growing up there besides my siblings and my mother. If I ever lose my memory.... Some time I will have to sit and start writing out everything I remember about them and my time growing up there. Those memories that are ingrained in to your being. That you wouldn't be you without them. Who knows how many of them are already lost. Maybe I should play catch up with the siblings to talk it out and see what they remember.
Thirty years have passed. That is freaky to think about.
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