Today I'm sticking with the pros. I was fortunate to grow up with a group of people that have remained close to this day. We may not talk every day but we know that we could if we wanted. All of our parents became close, too. I grew up in the latch key era when we all walked home from school together or hung out somewhere while our parents still worked. The parents all knew (basically) where we were without cell phones. If we were up to something our parents knew about it before they got home. Our network didn't need cell phones.
One of my goals as a teacher in the Fairfield school system is to give students memories like I have. I want them to look back on their time at school with fondness. Hopefully, they can build the friendships and support systems that I have. I am fortunate enough to work in the same school district that I attended so I get a bit of nostalgia every day. When I go into Center Street, I can even see a picture of me brightening everyone's day. (It's a scavenger hunt for you if you don't know where or what it is.)
I'm writing this particular blog today because this past week one of the parents from our childhood network passed away. He isn't the first one we've lost, but he's the one that has caused me to really think about how short our lives are, and we can be gone in an instant. I'm thankful for that wonderful group of people that raised us all. I think we turned out pretty great.