One bright morning I found Jenny, my classmate of oh so long ago, standing at my door step, fresh as a daisy and a broad smile on her pretty face. We grew up together from kindergarten through high school.

“Oh! How wonderful to see you after so long!” I exclaimed as we hugged each other. After graduation, Jenny left town with her parents and we were meeting after almost twenty two years. She was now a mother of two and had finally decided to settle down in her old home town, and had moved into our neighborhood a couple of weeks ago.

Over tea we talked about – guess what – our school days, of course. Time just flew by as we reminisced about those innocent, carefree, happy days – we remembered all the nicknames we coined for our teachers; we remembered playing together, falling, crying, singing, dancing. I recalled how one day while walking home from school we were nearly run over by a careless driver. Jenny remembered how good I was in mathematics and how she regarded me as being clever. I hastened to add that I no longer possessed that ability, maybe due to having to expend so much mental and physical energy bringing up my wonderful hyperactive kids.

This life-long bonding we have with those we studied together in our childhood - is simply amazing. Isn’t it strange that even when we are old and grey we still could vividly recollect those long past school days – with a great deal of affection and joy.