went to the 5 year, 10 year, 15 year--quickly realized that some classmates were growing, some weren't. at twenty, my "best friend" finally showed up, and she couldn't remember which was my nickname, and which was hers. never could convince my best buddy, michael, to ever come to one. when it got to the point where the guys who wouldn't give me the time of day in h.s. were hitting on me at the 20th, i quit going. i decided that life was too short to be spent trying to impress people i didn't really care about. this year should be our 45th. i'm voting to stay home, put my feet up, and enjoy a saturday night with the usual pizza night gang of kids. they are much more fun than a bunch of old codgers my age!