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A trip back to the days of 6th grade in the mountains of NE Alabama...
http://sfriday.com/EASTRALY01/report2.htm
And a more recent trip back to 1st - 4th grade in Copperas Cove,
http://twtex.com/forums/showthread.php?t=1021
My "cruisin" days were spent in Alvin, cruising up and down the main drag between Sonic and Jack-in-the-Box. The local ladies knew what nerds we were, so we always hoped to meet the ones in town from Pearland... They weren't fooled I never could figure out why the came to Alvin to cruise These were the days of the first "Monster" trucks that the redneck crowd would jack up sky high and mount swamper tires on them.
I go back to Alvin occasionally because my in-laws still live there. Nothing is the same. The high school campus has been radically transformed. What had once been a sprawling campus with big beautiful live oaks and numerous buildings has been converted into a modern encampment... The buildings are ugly and the students contained... We used to be able to leave campus for lunch, now they can't. I kind of hate going back because it feels like being personally violated when all the places with such great memories have changed.
Time is a strange thing and I don't think our minds ever really come to terms with it.
http://sfriday.com/EASTRALY01/report2.htm
And a more recent trip back to 1st - 4th grade in Copperas Cove,
http://twtex.com/forums/showthread.php?t=1021
My "cruisin" days were spent in Alvin, cruising up and down the main drag between Sonic and Jack-in-the-Box. The local ladies knew what nerds we were, so we always hoped to meet the ones in town from Pearland... They weren't fooled I never could figure out why the came to Alvin to cruise These were the days of the first "Monster" trucks that the redneck crowd would jack up sky high and mount swamper tires on them.
I go back to Alvin occasionally because my in-laws still live there. Nothing is the same. The high school campus has been radically transformed. What had once been a sprawling campus with big beautiful live oaks and numerous buildings has been converted into a modern encampment... The buildings are ugly and the students contained... We used to be able to leave campus for lunch, now they can't. I kind of hate going back because it feels like being personally violated when all the places with such great memories have changed.
Time is a strange thing and I don't think our minds ever really come to terms with it.