I remember enjoying being a drop in the sea of students trying to exit Jefferson City High School around 3:05 in the afternoon in the main hallway near the cafeteria.

I remember Henry made me a necklace that I still wear to this day.

I remember in the late 1970's a Tulsa cousin, probably Vicki, doubtfully asked if I'd seen the movie whose name, Saturday Night Fever, was sparklingly emblazoned across my blue tank top, a piece in my new summer wardrobe hastily purchased after a suitcase escaped the roof of our car soon after heading west out of Jeff City.

I remember Chris saying that we became friends in kindergarten on the Southwest Elementary playground pretending to be dinosaurs towering over lakes that were actually puddles, but I don't remember if that was ever my memory also or just his.

I remember a period of days or weeks of sitting on the school bus with Chris Theroff who recounted story after story of the haunted house he used to live in where his dad often had to fight ghosts.

I remember Mark in his Cub Scout uniform.