I remember first seeing her after my "freshman trip" -- a ritual three-day hike embarked upon by freshmen before the official beginning of school. Tan, tall and radiating confidence, she sat in the front of the circle. If Mattel made an "outdoor Barbie," it would have looked just like her.
I had read some pieces about how social media may kill off reunions -- if we already know what's going on with our friends and classmates over the Internet what's the point of spending time and money to see them?
Hooking up with people who knew you in high school is always a loaded proposition. There are the inevitable comparisons of success in all things from career to marriage to how your offspring have fared.
Reunions, it turns out, are chances to unburden ourselves of memory, to reconfigure and rewrite it with wisdom gained the hard way, every day. The stories we tell ourselves of the past, present and future can be fearless.