I moved in 10th grade and went to a really small private school after that.
However, when my mom died 12 years ago, one of my friends from middle school saw the obit in the Boston Globe and got my phone #. She called and said the 25th reunion was in 2 weeks! We went...
It was great. Most of the people there were the kids from my elementary school and neighborhood. None of my other close friends except the one who called (and actually lives about 20 miles from me) were there, but my first serious boyfriend was. Oh yes, the one I still saw until I went to college, flying up to MA from Florida. It was actually therapeutic. And the, ah, girls who still live in the city where I grew up were horrified we we hugged goodbye in full view of my husband. I had fun, but once was enough.