Memories are made of this ...

H ad a ball at Kayla's field hockey last night. Visited my old high school. I don't think I've been back since shortly after I graduated. I got all choked up and missed it for a moment. So many memories.

I probably crossed a line, however, when I took a quick snapshot of the girl's bathroom. It was as if I could still smell the AquaNet and strawberry lip gloss ...