The Shortest Memoir in the World

What Were Your Best Years?

Dear 1997 through 1999, I miss you and I fear nothing in life will ever be as good as you were.

You were the best. And I’m sorry to say I never appreciated you as I should have, not the way you deserved. I did not appreciate how soon you would be gone.

The first day of 1997 started at Holly D’Andrea’s house, as had the last three New Year’s days. She had a slumber party every New Years that involved sparkling grape juice, candy, candy, and more candy, VHS movies starring handsome men, and fantastic displays of gymnastics—the type preferred by the cheerleaders we all wished we were.

Holly had made the pom-pon squad that year, which was close enough. She got to wear the pretty uniform and perform in front of the whole school. Technically, it was only an extra-curricular activity, but her acceptance on the team catapulted her several steps above me on the social ladder. But she still remained my friend. The 1997 New Year’s party was the one I did not merely enjoy, but was grateful to have been invited to.