Jumanji

There's a fair amount of research in writing a memoir.  I took out my senior high school yearbook for some fact checking.  It sat on my dining room table for a day and a half, mocking me.  Every time I walked passed I moaned, the past is best left in the past, except when you are writing about it.

I steeled myself, flipped open the first page and felt myself floating down memory lane; the good, the bad and the ugly.

There were mostly nice comments scribbled throughout, but all it took was one oddly written observation to send me reeling, and all my insecurities came flooding back.

I was looking for one classmate, who strangely was nowhere to be found.  So, I slapped the book shut, not wanting to go there again, hoping it's strange Jumanji like powers would disappear, forever.