School Story:
Going to cold football games in dresses.
Having a crush on every boy that smiled at me.
Mini skirts, maxi dresses, bell-bottoms, surfer shirts, beta bangs, the parking lot gang, Mr. Mecham (?), mustangs, sluffing classes and making excuses that would seem believable. Wondering now, why I wasn't involved in more activities, meeting more people, being less shy. Wouldn't it be great to know what we know, be who we are now, and go back into high school with a younger body? How great would that be?
Winning the '68 game! Yeah! In later years, the kids would chant "Make it great like in 68!"