Memories

I mentioned meeting someone I was at prep school with in the local pub on Thursday. Today I dug out this old class photo. 1968 and the form was 4A. Great uniform I hear you say. No prizes for guessing which one got a bit of a hard time - not from me I hasten to add. Boys can be - and still are - cruel.
It is odd that of the sixteen there, I can still name fifteen - something that wouldn't happen with a group I met more recently. clearly engraved on the memory and certainly not as if I am still in touch with any of them, bar one vaguely.