High School days

I graduated from high school in Jamaica. Jamaica College for boys, and I recall our sister school was Saint Andrews. All the young people I had known seem like small compared to those I knew about, but never really got to know. So many worlds there were in such a small, but marvelous place to grow up. Yet how much I do remember all the faces, places; from little villages, to beaches, parties or “spots” they called them, playing soccer, roaming all over, meeting people, and of course, school. So many “firsts” in my life, sub-culture of Rastafarians etc. Forever young to have lived and loved an island so much. One Love! (click the TITLE to view or make a comment)





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