Where have all the good old days gone

This picture of yours truly, was taken a fur piece back. Note the handsome, intelligent expectant look on my face. Many years have gone by since this picture was taken. I was the star on the paper drive team.

Fifty years ago, at Renton High School in Western Washington, I graduated. We will be having our 50th reunion in September. We are not as many as we once were. The first of our classmates died in a car wreck before he graduated. Others have passed on since.

Obviously, I'm a survivor, so far, and doing good. I know that when I go to the reunion, everyone but me will have aged a lot. You see, I don't even know what I want to be when I grow up, yet. I've many memories, both good and bad, as we all do.

My marriage, followed by the unbelievable experience of holding my first born...Then my second born...Then my third born. Later, another arrived. Two boys and two girls. Just like the family I grew up in.

Now I have 16 Grandchildren and 3 great-Grandchildren...I still don't know what I am going to do when I grow up...