30 years ago, 120 of us graduated from St Dunstan’s School, Glastonbury . Recently we came back together for our School Reunion. I felt very nervous. It’s been such a long time since I had seen many of my school friends. Looking around it seemed surreal to see vaguely familiar faces, all of us now with a lot more wrinkles.
It was one of those very rare situations where you know that everyone at the party is exactly the same age as you. That’s good and bad for obvious comparative reasons. I felt slightly voyeuristic looking on, on the self imposed periphery often wishing to have the natural ease that others seem to have being together as a group. A mental echo perhaps from school times? I enjoyed the evening for what it was, a reunion and I’m very glad that I went because I know that I was, and am part of that group.
P.S. The school photo is from 1981, I’m seated on the far left, arms folded.