Highschool. We had no idea or vision of the future, and the thought of being 70 or so and looking back was not on our agenda. Being there in the parking lot, leaning against one car or another, no one smoking or drinking, sharing gossip and the tiny markers in our lives that seemed enormous, with the peepers as our background music, that was a place we felt safe and hopeful. You bet we dawdled.

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