Recently, I came across some pictures in my high school scrapbook while cleaning out my art room. I must admit to delighting in this find having reconnected with many of my former friends on Facebook. So I thought that perhaps a stroll down memory lane was in order seeing how these were some of the best times of our lives.
Who remembers the dreaded “A Train?” I didn’t. I mean, I couldn’t remember the dance’s name but I sure can recall the experience. I had to rely on Barbie’s stellar memory for the details.
The cheerleading squad brought together a group of girls who became best friends during high school. We were inseparable.
I will forever hold warm memories in my heart and mind whenever I think about all of the good times we had together.
The bottom photo was taken at my birthday party.
Life seemed so simple during high school. The most difficult task required was cheering our football team on to victory.
Our creative adventures extended to performing modern dance routines while traveling with the school’s jazz band.
I am still thankful for the kindness of Jan in coaching me before try-outs during my freshman year of school. Without her help, I doubt I could have made the team. We enjoyed our time away at cheerleading camp.
Cheerleading camp was one of the highlights of our year together. We went away for a glorious week and friendships deepened during this time with some lasting a lifetime.
Our mascot, Maggie, called four of us the “prisses” because we competed in dance while the other four competed in cheer. The nickname still exists today.
I will never forget the awards we won at cheer camp that year.
Barbie and I were younger than some of our best friends on the squad so when they graduated, a new group of girls came together. The photo below is from a Ram’s football game we got to attend.
Here are some more pictures of the new squad. I look at all of their faces and wonder where some of the girls are now and what they are doing.
I often ponder how four short years could hold such meaning in light of an entire life lived. This time in one’s life seems frozen forever as an important transition from youth to adulthood. High school reminds me to cherish each year of my life as much if not more than I did that brief season of time.