School Story:
What I remember most, is the creativity of our class. It seems like all we needed was an imagination and a few bucks for gas and we could find a way to create some interesting memories. Once we got past the "grueling academics" (Mr. Falkenbury, -he was tough) we moved on to Friday football, slumber parties, riding downtown hotel elevators, climbing fire escapes, roaming the halls during class (I actually had a laminated hall pass), Pizza Inn, Speakeasy, Spaghetti Warehouse, concerts, Young Life, hanging out with my friends, Pam, Susie, Gina, Glenda, Rhonda, Dorrian, Chuck, Tracy, Tony, Ken Wally, and of course, our dear Ricky. While I have acquired many new friends through the years, none are more special to me than my high school friends. They are the ones who know me best and love me the most.