April 13, 1991 continued…
Yesterday night was our last day dance. In a way, it’s a nice thought considering I hated most day dances, but in another way, it’s sad because it’s a sign that my Junior High days are running out.
In a way, it’s the last phase of the innocent, protected childhood I’ve lived with all my life. I’m not quite sure what to expect out of high school. Just the thought of it makes my stomach ache.
After the dance, I was going to go to Kimberly McComb’s house and just as I was about to leave, my mom suddenly hugged me.
This picture was taken at a junior high dance.
“I can’t believe how much you’ve grown,” she said, as tears moistened her eyes.
All I could manage to spit out was, “You always get like this around your birthday.”
