I found the diary I started in 1973 (high school). I was choosing between two boys, one of whom I later became engaged to. At that age holding hands was a big deal.

Oh my. Some touching memories, I'd guess.

mimi : Hmm. Reading further, there were at least 5 boys in orbit around me. We didn’t party, we went on religious retreats. I’ve only lost track of one of them.

References to playing ping-pong and football. New friends who became old friends. Studying for exams. I don’t know how kids find the time and energy for all this

It's amazing that you still know where four of them are.

mimi : We belong to a smallish ethnic church. Children of immigrants.

We tend to marry within our culture.

The two guys I’ve been engaged to were not members of my culture.

Ah, that would explain why you still know where they are. Was your family aghast at your engagements?

That is allmost 50 years ago. I remember those yellow buses to go there.

mimi : Mom was horrified whenever I visited another church. I may have been better off biding my time, considering how things turned out

🇺🇦 Fouinardz 🇺🇦 : I walked to school. 45 minutes in each direction.

Can't look back now and change things. You're doing well moving forward.

mimi : Going through my stuff is somewhat nostalgic, but not as much as I’d imagined. Items I’ve protected all these years are not as important as I’d expected. Weird. Maybe I’ve finally become an adult.

Oh, I'm kinda glad to hear that. Makes the cleaning out process easier, I'd guess.

mimi : Yes, indeed! I’m ready to let go of more than I’d imagined

You're setting a good example!

Joan_W : I am talking about the city bus. You had to go downtown to get on the west island buses lines.

🇺🇦 Fouinardz 🇺🇦 : Yeah, I seldom took those buses. Did you grow up on the West Island?