Circles in the Sand
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The sun was really hot that day in early June 1985. In fact the whole spring had been sunny, warm, and ripe for skipping class and sitting on our deck behind the lilac bushes - or stealing a few precious hours between classes and dinnertime lounging at our lake.
But today was different. It was the very last day we would all be together. That night we would graduate. I did things I wouldn't normally do in the afternoon. I drank large cold glasses of Malibu and pineapple juice. I put Sun-In in my already impossibly blonde hair. I kissed a boy in the shady patch of trees off the beach. A boy who was taken, but used to be mine.
It was too much, so I left and went home to lay down.
Soon it was time...too fast I had to wake up from the lazy nap in my cool, dark room and get presentable for the ceremony. Ugh. Why had I put that Sun-In in my hair? What was Colleen thinking telling me it was awesome stuff? Blah. Nothing a super quick shower won't fix.
I got to graduation in my "Marilyn Monroe" dress. Showered, tan and sweet smelling from my favorite lotion. I made it with a few minutes to spare and lined up between "my guys" Steven and Sean. My locker posse for the last four years. And as we were about to promenade through the gym and take our seats I reached up to scratch an itch and found the few grains of sand that I missed...and swallowed back the tears of what I was about to leave behind.