When I started putting this together I couldn't help but be a bit wistful. From grade school on up we were perhaps most focused on our "first's" - first day, first teacher, first game, first musical, perhaps a first kiss or first girl or boyfriend at some point.
Today we might be looking at the "last's": the last day of work, the last time visiting Northwood, the last time we saw each other, the last time we had to crack a book (for study, anyway).
And now we are where we are, and more and more every day I see Northwood-Kensett as our rock, the place where our dreams began. My hope is that all our dreams were lived as fully as they could have been, even the dreams we didn't know that we held when we left.