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<blockquote data-quote="pavlosn" data-source="post: 657145" data-attributes="member: 22572"><p>I received an invitation this morning for an event next month, The English School, Nicosia 30 year reunion. </p><p></p><p>Did my eyes deceive me? That can't be right? </p><p></p><p>Three, zero! </p><p></p><p>Thirty!</p><p></p><p>There was even a photograph attached; the invite came through Facebook, sign of the times I guess.</p><p></p><p>The title on the photograph "ESL84".</p><p></p><p>English School leavers 1984.</p><p></p><p>My God it has been thirty years!</p><p></p><p>[ATTACH=full]7550[/ATTACH]</p><p></p><p>I spent some time looking at the photograph.</p><p></p><p>Plenty of familiar faces but also plenty I could no longer name.</p><p></p><p>There's me! Standing, eighth from the left third row back! </p><p></p><p>So young!</p><p></p><p>A bright kid from the more humble side of town in a rich kids' school. </p><p></p><p>I was not one of the cool kids, did too well academically and was too sensible to be that; my "rebel" years not coming until later at university. Not was I one of the in crowd; the kids that were always talking about parties and ski holidays and summers spent abroad. </p><p></p><p>It was a stretch financially for my parents to send me to this school, where if I am honest some of the kids came from a different world to mine; I would spent my holidays doing some kind of summer job.</p><p></p><p>But I enjoyed my time there and made some good friends.</p><p></p><p>Maybe with time we drifted apart but that is just the way of the world. </p><p></p><p>It will be good to catch up with them again.</p><p></p><p>I look at the photograph again. </p><p></p><p>I look at me again.</p><p></p><p>So young and naive!</p><p></p><p>I realize that the fresh face kid staring back at me is not really me; not any more.</p><p></p><p>It is someone who looks familiar, who I can look at and feel affection, even a bit of sadness, for but it is not me.</p><p></p><p>Not now me.</p><p></p><p>I have moved on as well.</p><p></p><p>Time you see. It changes everything!</p><p></p><p>Pavlos</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="pavlosn, post: 657145, member: 22572"] I received an invitation this morning for an event next month, The English School, Nicosia 30 year reunion. Did my eyes deceive me? That can't be right? Three, zero! Thirty! There was even a photograph attached; the invite came through Facebook, sign of the times I guess. The title on the photograph "ESL84". English School leavers 1984. My God it has been thirty years! [ATTACH=full]7550[/ATTACH] I spent some time looking at the photograph. Plenty of familiar faces but also plenty I could no longer name. There's me! Standing, eighth from the left third row back! So young! A bright kid from the more humble side of town in a rich kids' school. I was not one of the cool kids, did too well academically and was too sensible to be that; my "rebel" years not coming until later at university. Not was I one of the in crowd; the kids that were always talking about parties and ski holidays and summers spent abroad. It was a stretch financially for my parents to send me to this school, where if I am honest some of the kids came from a different world to mine; I would spent my holidays doing some kind of summer job. But I enjoyed my time there and made some good friends. Maybe with time we drifted apart but that is just the way of the world. It will be good to catch up with them again. I look at the photograph again. I look at me again. So young and naive! I realize that the fresh face kid staring back at me is not really me; not any more. It is someone who looks familiar, who I can look at and feel affection, even a bit of sadness, for but it is not me. Not now me. I have moved on as well. Time you see. It changes everything! Pavlos [/QUOTE]
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