A weekend of reflection

I attended the funeral of high scool friend's father.  It sent me on a trip down memory lane.  I visited my old home while I was in town.  When I got home, I pulled out the high school yearbooks from both my high schools and looked all through them.  I remember the faces of lots of people, but not really all that much about them.  I have some general feelings and thoughts, but not much really clear and definite memories.  I really do have very few vivid memories of back then.  I really must have blocked out most things from back then.