Today I went back to my high school. They're about a week away from opening night of their winter musical and for those of you who don't know, I was President of drama club my senior year and I hold a special place in my heart for that old, run-down auditorium.
Sorry for those of you who thought you were in for a good ghost story. Instead, I sat back, took notes, and fondly remembered the time I spent on that stage. You know, I quite miss acting. I need to find a way back in because I miss the feeling of not being myself for awhile.
It's strange how high school defines so much of who you came to become, and how so many of us share the same memories even if they were decades apart.
ReplyDeleteI myself, was just speaking with an old friend about the topic in your blog today.
Having been one of the original performers on a brand new stage that is the very run-down one you refer to, I find myself sitting back and watching ghosts articulating right beside my own daughter who now stands proudly before the applause, in the exact spot where I took my own bows.
There are ghosts in that house indeed, and each time I enter that auditorium, I am embraced by so many who have made me who I am today. Many are gone from this earth already, far too young.
Find another stage now, J.
Set that part of yourself free while you still can....