As a person born in the 1960s who is nearly 60 years old, I recall the boy I liked in high school and myself at that time.
Sometimes it is not clear which ones are solid facts, which ones are past dreams, and which ones are wishful thinking.
Time flies, and the passage of forty years has left various traces on her body.
Where is that boy? Have they crossed paths after graduation?
Intention: Nostalgia is sorting out and discovery, reflection and reconciliation, understanding and rebirth.
