Keith Taylor column

Has it been three decades?

Thirty years ago this week, the Berea Community High School Class of 1989 received their diplomas and went forth to help make the world a better place. I was in that class and had no idea what the future would entail.

It was also the first graduating class for Madison Southern High School and I attended Red Foley Middle School with many of those graduates. We were friends then and are friends now.

I started at Berea my freshman year. I enjoyed Berea and it was because they accepted me into their family, even though I had attended Madison County Schools for most of my life. I played on the basketball team for two years and enjoyed all those grueling practices, the long bus rides and being part of the team.

I didn’t play much in the games, but gave it my all and enjoyed being around my senior teammates and the underclassmen. I dreamed of playing for the Kentucky Wildcats one day. That dream has since faded, but covering the Wildcats as a beat writer is a dream come true in itself. Don’t ever give up on a dream. It could come true in the same sense but in a different way.

To say the least, what I learned those two years on the basketball court, made me a star on the church league basketball court. A few years later, coach Bill Smallwood gave me my warm-up jersey from our senior year, one that had a lot of blood, sweat and tears. I also want to thank coach Steve Riddle and John Mills for even giving me a chance to be on the basketball team at Berea Community. All those years of shooting on a goal attached to a garage paid off.

Back then, Berea had an open lunch policy and we drove to lunch and had about an hour to spend driving around and eating lunch. One of my lunch riders was Rob Nunnery who somehow, I have no idea how, managed to get in the backseat of my car and stretch out his 7-foot-frame and go along for the ride. The other rider was Sean Conner, who was the opposite of Rob and was rather short. He always manned the front seat.

Looking back, it was a special year for Madison County and marked the last time there were five high schools in this county as Madison High School and Madison Central merged the following year.

Back then, life seemed a little more simple, but maybe that’s because there were no adult responsibilities that required our attention. Mom and Dad provided a place to live and helped pay some of our expenses, such as automobile insurance.

I don’t play a lot of basketball or softball these days, but golf is just as fun because I have family and financial responsibilities that need to be met and don’t want to take a chance on getting hurt.

Congratulations to the Class of 2019. Enjoy the ride, because 30 years goes by pretty fast. Believe me.

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