Jeni Bales, and Me, at Phantom Lake YMCA Camp, 1974Recently I joined Facebook. I'd heard about it, but never thought to go there, after joining MySpace and being totally flummoxed.
My brother, Bryan, suggested I join so we could be more in touch with one another regarding what's going on with our parents. He's in North Carolina with his wife, and we are in Illinois. So I did. (Of course, as someone pointed out, a phone call is faster; but I'm a sucker for computer communication...) I thought I would just add my brother, my nieces, family members. HA! Facebook grabs you and sucks you in like a vacuum cleaner.
You can plug in your High School, your College, heck, any organization and years you attended. Then, POOF! you have, in a little box on your page, suggestions of people you might know. And you start thinking.... what was that person's name.... and you remember summer camp... and the next thing you know you are plugging in names. And digging out photo albums. And remembering....
(Oh, and don't get me started on the games you can play there...)
3 comments:
Wow...very sweet blast from the past :)
awww...you were cute even then...
I totally agree - Facebook can be massively addicting!
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