Have you ever noticed how time "colors" memories? I've gotten a big lesson in the last few weeks. I've been reconnecting with my high school classmates on Facebook and reliving the feelings of graduating in a small class of 58 kids. My parents transferred me from the school district I'd grown up in to a small school district in a suburb for my junior and senior years The reason is another story. My first benefit was I was allowed to buy my first car since my younger sister stayed in the old district so my mom couldn't take us both to school. The high school was small,,,only 211 kids in the 9th through 12th grade. I had good times in high school and I contributed it to the new school. But as I reconnected with my classmates by asking them to be friends(nobody asked me), I realized the school had nothing to do with it. Outside of the ag program and lack of electives, it was much like another other school. I started thinking about what really happened. Most of the kids had grown up in the district and I was an outsider and being shy made it difficult to get inside. Most of my friends were in the old district with DeMolay being my main source of friends. I had only one date with a girl from the smaller district. My dates coming from the older one. I never visited in their homes and never saw them outside of class except at the ag farm and at football games. Even now, I see them talking to the classmates and ignoring as they did in high school. Why should I care about them now?