The music is loud, though not as loud as I remember it ten years ago. Someone decided to decorate this place in navy blue and gold, with the words “Welcome Back, TKDS Class of 1995!” glittering over the dance floor
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10 Years To Late Regina Mosheyeva This is it, I tell myself nervously. Go in; don't be afraid. So I straighten my sleek little black dress and step through the doors of the ballroom, the click of my pumps now muted against carpet. The music is loud, though not as loud as I remember it ten years ago. Someone decided to decorate this place in navy blue and gold, with the words "Welcome Back, TKDS Class of 1995!" glittering over the dance floor. Even though my décor at home now consists of finger paintings and preschool crafts, it all strikes me as tacky and unsophisticated. A long-forgotten memory of a feeling of intense uncertainty resurfaces. I head for the refreshments. A girl a decade younger serves me some drinks. Then, I am spotted. I know this girl. She was in my P.E class and I remember her being very pretty with...


