My childhood was generally miserable. Like Crankin, I spent my last two years of high school at a school where almost all of the other 20 members of my class had been together since lower school.

But I went to my 25th and actually had fun. I'd cut my hair, I wore a dress, I even put on makeup. Nobody recognized me. All the men were fat, all the women looked fabulous. After the school event we all went to one of the women's house for a few more drinks and talked about our lives now and the GOOD parts of the old times - yes there were some, and G*d knows the only parts of my life that were good back then took place at school.

I'm on my class's email list now, and once in a while I respond to something. I don't have a great desire to go to another reunion - I might've gone to the school's 50th anniversary this fall if I hadn't just got back from Texas though.

So no paste for me as far as the high school reunions. More like baked potato - I could take it or leave it. Actually, I'm much less likely to go to college and law school reunions. I feel so inferior compared to all those people's achievements. It surely didn't help that a woman who was a good friend of mine in 7th grade was plastered all over the national news this year for an important book she co-wrote. I do sometimes feel like I'm the only person I've ever known who hasn't gone on to stellar achievements.