I had a high school boyfriend and our friends wanted us to go, but I didn't want to go and so we didn't. I am not sure why. I think I was too much in love if that makes sense. We were together for years. We probably would have married if I hadn't went to college and told him we should date other people for a while. That's beside the point. What this thread really reminded me of was, I took my mother to her annual reunion the year after last.She was homecoming queen for her high school. Of the photos I have seen in her she was beautiful and in full regalia.
During her reunion year after last, I got a whole new perspective of her when all she has to do it sit and watch the people flutter about her. All she had to do was be her sweet charming self. ( in her 70's even - It was fun to watch people reminiscing but I wished I knew what they were remembering because my mom always said she was shy, but the people liked her real well. I had a great time watching Ms. retired homecoming queen.

I never went to one. dunno. always seemed too early to vote on who was the coolest kid that early in the school year. meh.

In our school the king and queen were always seniors, so in theory you'd already had 3 years to figure out if they were completely awesome or not.

Us too, Clod.

Often the royalty ended up being actually awesome people. Like Jennifer B. She was gorgeous, smart, and nicer than anyone could ever be. In fact, she came to my mom and dad's 50th wedding anniversary and she is still all those things.

Hearing stories I feel like I went to school in some other dimension, or a time warp, or in fairyland or something. Maybe I just like to remember the good things. Life wasn't all that idyllic. But it just 'was' and I was learning to be 'me'.

I remember going to the prom with my dad and coming home with my mom.

Marty McFly?

It's the punchline to this joke:

Three people are discussing their earliest memories, First one says she can remember being two and riding in her stroller on a rainy day. The second says he can remember coming home from the hospital the day after he was born, the third says, "That's nothing, I remember going to the prom with my dad and coming home with my mom."

Ahhhhh. I've never heard that joke. :blush:

To me, Homecoming is something that started during an era when there was some weird pride in one's high school. As if you chose the school, instead of accidentally landing in its geographic area.

We did choose the school, though.... ;)

Nope, still don't get it. Sorry.
Is it worth explaining or is it cultural?

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