Old Memories

Every year the school were my dad works, and were I went for my elementary education holds a soup supper to help raise money for the school. So last night I went and it was quite fun, I spent the evening hanging out with old friends (this is the town I lived in for nearly 13 years) meeting their new friends, catching up on all the high school news etc. Very fun. At the end of the night when everyone was wiping the bits of soup with hunks of homemade bread a slide show was show showing pictures from who knows when, but a REALLY long time ago. It was much tear wiping and sniffling as everyone gathered in that room watched the history and present of the school that built up part of their childhood when it was over my good friend Lara turned to me and another friend of ours Clair and goes we have to go outside. And so we did. We went and sat or climbed on, or swung on every piece of playground equipment chatting about what we used to do, and how we did it. A friend of Lara's John was there as well and he took pictures of us reminiscing.
As we left the town pulling down the main street of shops the pear trees lining the streets festively decked out in strings of white lights a small part of me wished I could have finished growing up in that town. Go to a 200 person high school vs my 1500 person one. Been able to bike to school everyday, and walk to friends houses rather then get a ride everywhere, but I realized if I had grown up there, I would just be an average teenager from yellow springs. I probably wouldn't be spending evenings at a Hindu temple, getting to talk to Swamiji, or even go to India. Everything would have been different, and honestly even if it's harder I would never give up what I have gotten the past few years living in this central Ohio town for going back to little Yellow Springs.