When I was invited to participate in the Class of ’85 Series by our fabulous Wild Rose Press editor, Kathy Cottrell, I said yes immediately. Not because I’d been to so many high school reunions, but because I’d been to so few. As soon as I graduated from high school and won scholarships to an out-of-state university, I ran away as fast as I could.

Why did I run? No, it wasn’t because I’d become a contract killer, like Grosse Point Blank’s Martin Blank. You see, in high school I’d been a walking cliché: formerly fat, unpopular book worm from the wrong side of the tracks who had a divorced mother. With a graduating class of 200, there was no nerd herd to hide me. I had a few good friends who kept me sane, but unlike my sister, I was not going to win any beauty contests. I had a hard enough time just finding hand me down clothes that weren’t too small because I was taller than my sister. Did I mention I was a giant, scrawny 17 year old (5 foot 7 inches, 127 pounds), too? Yeah, that wasn’t too weird. Read more at Sharon's Blog http://sharonbuchbinder.com/blog/2011...