Facebook

I finally got on facebook two weeks ago. Yesterday I was aimlessly looking around, seeing who my friend's friends were. All those memories attached to faces. Wow. Long ago acquaintances who made me smile just to see their pictures. I remembered sleep overs and borrowed clothes, bonfires and French tests, sneaking out of class to . . . never mind. I saw a few of the 'in crowd' who had surprised me during those difficult years with moments of unexpected kindness.

Then there was the girl who pointed and laughed at me. We were told to sit Indian style. My jeans were so worn at the inseam tiny holes showed the skin of my thighs peeking through.

I wonder what people remember about me when they see my picture.