yearning for years past

Sigh. My little bro graduates this year...exactly ten years after I left the comforting arms of highschool. I was lucky I think, highschool was a pretty good time for me (well..discounting grade 11 which is a whole other story). But my last year was a pleasure and I think I realized it at the time, at least I hope I did. It was a small class but a really good class. Meh...I am getting all nostalgic when I know my brother would commenting on how old I must be...10 years and all.