Spanish Fork High School

I took a walk down memory lane today at my alma mater, Spanish Fork High School.  It's being torn down in just a few short days. The community had the opportunity to come tour through the school today and say goodbye. It was so fun to walk through my old classrooms and dance rooms.  I told Molly about stories and memories from my years spent there.  The countless hours spent in the dance room and the countless games spent cheering on the football and basketball gym bleachers....

This was a place of so many firsts for me. 

First dates.  First dances.  Driving.  Sluffing.  Boyfriends. 

I loved the friendships made.  I loved the dances.  I loved all the sporting events.  Some of my favorite and most fond memories.  Some of my lasting friendships were forged there.

I love the picture of the open lockers, especially because it shows the original blue color that they were my sophomore year before being repainted to red and grey. I will miss the smell of the gym. There is just a certain smell to that building that brings back a flood of memories every single time I walk through the doors. I wish I could bottle it up and save a piece of that with me. It won't feel like the new school will be my alma mater. It will just simply be a school. Not MY school though.   It'll be a new school waiting to have new memories made there. Not my memories though.  My mom was the first graduating class from this school back in 1964.  My brothers, brothers and sisters in law along with nieces and nephews all graduated from THIS Spanish Fork High School.  We were all mighty Dons, and proud of it!  We can all reminisce together.  So I guess it's ok that it's being torn down, replaced by a shiny, new one. My memories will always stay.

The south side of the school and even the south parking lot have some crazy memories.  It's where I got my FIRST and ONLY parking ticket to date!

It's also where Gena Bahr crashed her car into the broad side of a school bus, haha!  I always thought that was so funny.

It had a MASSIVE sized pot hole in it.  It was probably 2X3 feet in diameter and at least 6 inches deep.  I knew exactly where it was and could navigate around it in my sleep.

I also looked at those Venetian blinds for 30+ years and wondered if they were ever updated....

Goodbye Spanish Fork High School.  Thank you for helping to forge my identity, for building pride and unity in me and for giving me some of the best memories in those short 3 years that have stuck with me for a lifetime.