Today I briefly visited my teenage past. My daughter was giving chair massages at a community event being held in the field house at my old high school. There was no field house when I was enrolled. No greenhouse, no extra parking lot, improved sports fields or security entrance. A lot had changed in 20 years.
There is actually an entirely new front facade to the building. An imposing brick and concrete face now separates itself from parking lot asphalt with a concrete sidewalk. Gone is the open air overhang to the front entrance and the grassy front lawn. To me it looked a little out of place in my little all-American hometown. I had the urge to ring the bell and identify myself, to ask if I might walk the hallways for a few minutes searching out more familiar landmarks than are visible outside. But, of course, the office was dark.
I walked over to the ball fields where I’d spent many hours as a teen—my 15 year old self would be shocked to learn I’ve not played softball in almost 10 years (for shame!). If the building’s ugly face and sad need for a security system had me frowning, the state of my old softball stomping grounds gave me reason to smile. Today’s Lady Bulldog’s have a field to rival the boys! Complete with dugouts and electric scoreboard, so I’m guessing these girls no longer need safety pins to hold up those polyester uniforms from the ‘70’s with the worn out elastic. Progress!
I didn’t really need to walk around inside the school anyway because right there, crouched behind home plate, were spent some of my happiest teenage moments.
I found this article and the site Daily Good from a friend’s post on Facebook. I thought I would share. I can always use a dose of daily good, that’s for sure!