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Dragging My Memory Back to High School

Hyart Theater and Lovell Main Street

This is one end of main street, in front of the Hyart Theater, which was only open on weekends. To drag all of main took about five minutes. If you went really slow.
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So, as previously mentioned, my high school reunion is this month. It’s been 40 years, so I’m not worried about what to wear or trying to repair the ravages of time. Thanks to FaceBook, most of my classmates have already had time to process time’s b*tch slapping. Gravity has not been kind either.

It happens.

I have found myself thinking back. I’m not Peggy Sue (Peggy Sue Got Married) and have NO desire to go back and redo high school. Even with the fuzziness of time, I remember it as a time of trying not to stand out, while totally hoping to catch the eye of my crush of the week (who I thought I’d love forever, btw). But I did not want to catch male eyes in an embarrassing way. Something magical, possibly mystical, but devoid of embarrassing. And don’t ask me to define “embarrassing.” That changed with the minute.

Ah, the teen years. Nothing inexplicable there.

Part of the reason it was so challenging—and so very easy to do something embarrassing—is that I grew up in a small town in Wyoming. A really small town. Though not the smallest. But it was small. I’m not dissing it. It was a great place to be a kid. A friend-rich, adventure-rife environment.

Until puberty.

When the line between cool and lame turned incredibly slim and pretty random.

When I wasn’t agonizing over being embarrassed, we used to “want something to do.” We were a lot like the buzzards in Jungle Book. LOL

But one of the things we did do was to drag Main. And while we dragged, we’d listen to music on eight track tape players. We would have listened to the radio, but we couldn’t get the rock station (WOKMA? Man, I used to have it DOWN and now I can’t remember! Oh no! Senior moment!) while dragging Main. You had to be up on the hill. It was a different time. In a past century. In a past millennium. Ouch.

Sugar factory photo

And this is the end of Main Street and the highest point in town. Around that curve is the way out. When I left for college, I went the other direction.
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So, I’m wondering what was the thing to do in your high school?Did you love high school? Hate it? Have mixed feelings about it? Were you glad to get out alive? All comments are entered into my monthly drawing for the $10 AnaBanana gift card. Winner is announced in the first blog post of the new month.

Pauline Baird Jones, author, writer, romantic suspense author, science fiction romance author, steampunk, humor, Project Enterprise

I’m also celebrating five years of blogging by giving away some Audible audio book coupons every Thursday until I run out. Because of the reunion, I’ll be awarding two of them the first blog post of July, too. So you can still enter. All you have to do is comment to be entered in my drawing for:

The Last Enemy  

Perilously yours,


Pauline is excited to have 13 novels available in audio, digital and print. You can find out more at

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