Every now and again I find myself reminiscing about people that I went to school with, or church youth group, or university, or work, or summer community project.

The people I dated (not many), the people I wanted to date (many), the people who wanted to date me (I am guessing not many…)

The people I laughed with, cried with, drank pints of orange juice or beer with, spent lazy summers with, grew up with, prayed with, listened about their latest break-up with, walked their girlfriend home because they were too tired and all the time I… hang on that’s getting way too specific…

The Christmases, the New Years, the weddings, the camping trips, the school trips, the school pranks…

The first kiss, the first break up, the intercontinental relationships, plane trips, train trips, car trips, coach trips, some filled with joy, some with sadness…

And the more I reminisce about one person, the more others pop into my head, until I’m reliving occasions, and then taking time trying to remember all the names, all the places, all the emotions.

And wondering if I’ll ever meet or even talk to some of them again. Even, perhaps, if they’re all still walking the earth, somewhere…

Yes, reminiscing is a real mixed bag. Sometimes I wish I could just click my fingers and be transported to a room with all the people I’ve ever known. Man, that would be interesting.