I was FORCED to go to Sunday School…every Sunday. From the time I hit kindergarten, my dad would throw my sister and me into the back of his green Datsun 280zx…and drag race down the long and winding street to our place of worship. So that our religion could be crammed down our throats, along with bagels and apple juice.
Each of us armed with a quarter for tzedakkah and our Hebrew books, we headed to our classrooms. Where we were met by many other kids, who were also thrown into their parents cars and drag raced to Temple for immersion into our religion and armed with their quarters and books.
While we truly did NOT appreciate the religious educations aspect of our forays to Sunday School…AT ALL!!
Amazing friends were made. With wonderful memories.
Memories of going on retreats to camp for the weekend, in 10th grade. Playing truth or dare and getting dared to kiss a boy that I couldn’t stand. But, tripped over my foot on the way to give this boy a kiss and…bit his tongue. Oh yeah…for real!
Retreats to New York, Chicago and Toronto. Along with weekend retreats at a semi-local, reform Jewish camp…
Rolling tea bags because we didn’t bring cigs and we wanted to smoke!
Making out, for the first time ever. And it was with someone I had THE BIGGEST crush on! And being devastated because after that weekend, he had NO interest in me!
Memories of taking my friends laxative while we were in Chicago…and having the WORSE GAS EVER…in the Water Towers! Not to mention everywhere else we went!
Meeting in the bathroom, getting a quick smoke in and then piling into a couple of different cars to skip Sunday School and go tot he breakfast buffet at Big Boy!
Giggling during services while passing notes to the boys we had crushes on…which changed every week!
The list goes on. And on.
Fabulous memories. Fabulous friends.
But, once we all graduated…most of us, despite vowing to stay in contact…we went our separate ways.
Some of us kept in touch. Some of us would run into each other, mention meeting for coffee…and never follow through with that meeting.
Others were just passing memories. Curiously wondering what ever happened to…
The years flew by.
And a few of us reconnected.
And we decided to have a reunion of sorts.
And a reservation for 12 was made.
So, last Friday,
those of us that were available. And were able to be reached either by phone or on Facebook…
met at my personal favorite…Zinc Restaraunt…
for dinner. Drinks.
But…best of all…
Laughter. Catching up.
No time had really passed.
The comfort of friendship was still there.
It was WONDERFUL!
We all shared our stories.
We all reconnected.
And then, the night was over.
We all got on our coats.
Hugged and kissed and vowed we wouldn’t let another 20 years pass without seeing each other.
And went home.
Left with more happy memories.
And hopes that it really WON’T be another 20 years until we see each other again.
Tara R. says
I had to build a Facebook page for work, but haven’t decided whether I want to put out a personal one. I did find some cousins and an old high school friend through the other one. There are just a few people I would rather not ‘find.’
I did get to do that reconnect over Christmas. Got together with my HS yayas. It was great! Glad you had such a good time too.
That is awesome! Good times 🙂
So glad you were able to reunite with them. Facebook is pretty awesome sometimes.
How Cool! Facebook has been great for reconnecting and that’s a great story. 😀
That’s great! That’s what I think Facebook should be for. Of course, I don’t have those fond memories of church – fundamentalists go Sunday morning, Sunday evening and Wednesday evening, plus the “Christian” school 5 days a week. Saturdays were the only day of the week I wasn’t drowning in dogma. I have found a number of folks through facebook, but since I live so far away from everyone in the world, there’s no reunion in the offing.
Im BeingHeldHostage says
wow, that is so great! You’re lucky, you know.