Poetry is a sort of homecoming.
What I remember most about junior homecoming was my date getting sick afterwards. That kinda sucked. Then senior year someone got gum in her hair when we were dancing. She had to get one of the chaperones to take her to the office and cut up her hair. I felt really bad for her but it worked out fine.
And then I got into sports and gave my guitar to my brother Jeff who was just a little kid at that time.