Looking though Mom’s school yearbooks brought back some memories of my own. How we look so young in our freshman year not knowing what lay ahead of us, but ready to find out. Then by the senior year we look polished and ready for anything. Funny how we probably all have the same thoughts about how young and naïve we were as freshmen and how much more grown up we are by the time we graduate and are in college or in our first job. When Mom went to school there were only three years of high school. Although I have many fond memories of high school I think I might have preferred only three years and get out a year earlier.