50 going 17?

31 years ago, they all left to start journey to their future, armed with the scroll of their knowledge. In their long treacherous and arduous journey, they must have swam through many sharks infested waters weathering through inclement weather. Some would have hit the jackpot; some into bottomless pit; some through bad decisions of life; some with incurable maladies; some through painful divorces; some trapped in the clutches of the black dog; some ventured into untested territories and God forsaken places; some happy; some sad and some were ashamed of their absence of achievements.
The idea of getting together at 50 mooted about a year when YTH got a handful of people together for a simple dinner. It was followed a series of small meeting here and there. The killer shot materialised when my better/other half schemed my 50th surprise birthday party.
All salutations to geeks who started social medias.
With the help of emails, WhatsApp, FB and mobile communication, the number of attendees kept on snowballing. The excitement was set to motion via WhatsApp and FB Group. The number of participants swelled to its maximum number and the alert button kept on bleeping. The messages kept on coming on the minute and suddenly the 50 years olds were acting like 17years olds, gazing at their smart phones every other minute and overtaking their children in the number of messages received on the social media.
Old stories and photos made their way to rekindle old fond memories. Our brilliantly creative art prodigy, DTBT, took a trip up north to snap brilliant pictures of the Alma Mater from various angles to further set the mood going.
Finally on the day of reckoning, close to 80 people zeroed on the venue of PFS '63 GTG Five-O from near and far - as far as both ends of the Peninsular, Sabah, Indonesia and USA. JT took 10days leave for his busy paediatric practice just to join the fun. Fun, a rocking good time they had. Seeing each after 30 years brought laughter and smiles that which no laughing gas, SSRI or LSD could. All the accolades and prefixes were out of the window. Everyone was on first name basis, as they always knew. There was so much so roars of laughter that day that the restaurant would probably have second thoughts if we were to have our second gathering there again for fear of driving patrons away.

Everybody was 17 again, retelling and reliving the teenage escapades. Untold stories about their pranks with teachers and friend came to the surface. Poking jokes at each others appearance was also another favourite talking point. Mega pixels after mega pixels of pictures were taken again and again to immortalise the union.
The shower of joy lingered on until way past the closing time. The fellowship continued later at various eateries around town in smaller groups.

For more than 4 hours, the 80 odd 50years old were acting like 17 year old like how they were some 30years previously. Every good thing  must come to an end. All when back happy for while, back to face reality of life and its intricacies.

50 years olds

It used to be their playground!