Last night I trekked home to a basketball game at my high school. It was like a time warp.
I could hear my basketball coach yelling from the sideline...I saw all of the crazy high school kids wrapped up in their teenage drama...I heard the buzzer going off...I smelled the slightly burned popcorn.
Wow. It was freakish. And as much as I loved my high school experience, I am SO GLAD that part of my life is over. I miss some parts of it, sure, but I don't miss the drama. Or my hometown.
Bridget seemed to have a fun time. She loved all the people and sounds and lights. Probably because she had no idea of the level of psychosis that was surrounding her.
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