I thought finding phones and floppy discs from 2003 was a trip on the magical mystery bus, but finding old high school yearbooks? Crazy. I thought they were at my parents’ house, but it turns out they’ve been hiding in a box in my basement for the past however many years. And not just my yearbooks, but yearbooks dating as far back as 1988. 88! I was six then! I think that one is my uncle’s, or else an older cousin’s. I also have yearbooks from 1990, 1991, 1997 (mine from the Intermediate high school), and 2000 (my high school graduation year).
What a blast from the past. 🙂