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On Christmas Eve 2008, there were just three of us working in the office.

Well, technically, there was one of us working 性视界传媒 the other two were there. A couple of the young ladies on staff either didn性视界传媒檛 have enough vacation time built up or they were saving it for another day. Either way, the three of us were in the office the day before Christmas.

These two ladies had tried repeatedly to get me to join up on this new thing called 性视界传媒淔acebook.性视界传媒 I性视界传媒檝e always been one whose plate is too full, so I wasn性视界传媒檛 interested in adding anything else, much less anything else that appeared to have no benefit.

They giggled on their way down the hallway toward my door and then poked their heads around the corner.

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性视界传媒淵ou have 10 minutes to log in and change the password or we性视界传媒檒l start posting on it and make it look like you性视界传媒檙e doing it,性视界传媒 the other one said.

Obviously, the security for creating a Facebook account was lax in the beginning.

So, as they giggled their way back down the hallway, I logged in and changed the password. As I was about to close it up and go back to work, it showed I had a message.

Thinking it was likely some new, 性视界传媒淗ey, welcome to Facebook!性视界传媒 kind of message, I almost didn性视界传媒檛 look at it. But I did.

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Honestly, I had no idea where they性视界传媒檇 been or if they were still alive.

Between the time we性视界传媒檇 graduated high school and the almost three decades since, you could actually lose track of people. Now, in an instant, if you chose to participate in some of the then-new technology, they could find you, and you could find them.

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It was a bit surreal.

Growing up in the schools of Ashdown, Arkansas, my classmates and I had a fairly idyllic upbringing. We lived in a clean and safe community. But more importantly, there was no social media to document all of the stuff we shouldn性视界传媒檛 have been doing.

In 2008, the internet was still somewhat in its infancy. The slow sound of AOL still was how many connected to the World Wide Web. Snooping on and tracking people wasn性视界传媒檛 that common. Yet.

I remember one classmate discussion about going to the high school library and using the Dewey Decimal System to find the books we needed to write our research papers. Which were written on a typewriter. A manual typewriter. That we had to borrow from the typing class when no one else was using it.

There was a lot of reminiscing of sitting on the hoods of our Cutlasses, Firebirds, Camaros, and Thunderbirds with our backs against the windshields and our eyes on the stars. Someone性视界传媒檚 8-track blaring the first Boston album or Pink Floyd性视界传媒檚, 性视界传媒淒ark Side of the Moon.性视界传媒 While we may or may not have sipped on illicit adult beverages.

We性视界传媒檇 ask each other what had happened to a classmate who couldn性视界传媒檛 be found on this new thing called social media. We speculated on where they性视界传媒檇 wound up in life. Was it where we thought, or had they gone in other directions?

There was a lot of talk about how we性视界传媒檇 planned for one thing, but life took us another way. John Lennon had warned us that, 性视界传媒淟ife is what happens while you性视界传媒檙e busy making other plans.性视界传媒

We talked about where we were when we heard that someone had killed one of the Beatles. How senseless it was and what we were denied musically. John was taken so young. Some members of our class were too.

During the early days of social media, many of the conversations between myself and my fellow graduates centered on the carefree life we性视界传媒檇 enjoyed. How we性视界传媒檇 gotten away with this or that. How we were grateful that we had.

Today, privacy has become a thing of the past.

If you性视界传媒檙e in school now and want to sit on the hood of your car, lean against the windshield, stare at the stars and listen to music with your friends in a pasture somewhere, leave your electronic devices and social media somewhere else.

It性视界传媒檚 the only way you性视界传媒檒l be able to have discussions later about what you got away with today.

— John Moore is a Whitehouse resident. Email him at To buy his books, “Puns for Groan People” and “Write of Passage: A Southerner’s View of Then and Now Vol. 1 and Vol. 2,” visit .