I just returned from a reunion with college dorm mates. I had not seen any of them for forty five years. I was only around them for about an hour and I thoroughly enjoyed the conversations. Apparently I was a bit wild or at least that was the way I was perceived.
One of the things that struck me was the different things we remembered. Some of the events that stuck with me weren't even remembered by others. Several guys talked about things I had done and said and I had no memory of them.
We decided to meet more often. If we waited another forty five years I would be one hundred eleven. It would be a small gathering.