100 words on going home again

A year was a lifetime.

I used to laugh, as a teenager and young adult, when my parents said the years went by quickly. A year was interminable, an eternity.

But I’m older now, and their words prove true. The high school looks smaller now, less important. There’s a new baseball diamond where there used to be a field, a new road behind the school, more parking behind the gym. Students with the same last names as my classmates walk the halls, children of classmates.

The 2015 graduating class was born the year  I graduated high school. A lifetime.